Asher, lying on the ground, quickly defended himself.

“Rosalynn, I was also manipulated!"

Rosalynn narrowed her eyes, a suspicion forming in her mind.

"By whom?"

“Brylee put me up to it. She said you were kidnapped and raped by human traffickers. And you would keep it to yourself even if we raped you.”

It was Brylee.

Rosalynn's fingers tightened into fists, her expression cold.

Brylee was Like a pest, ceaselessly troublesome.

Hearing Asher's confession, Barlow looked surprised.

Rosalynn had been trafficked?

“Rosalynn, we beg your forgiveness."

“We didn't do anything, Rosalynn."

The two designers managed to get to their feet.

Nothing?

If not for her knowledge of acupuncture, she would have fallen victim to these men.

Rosalynn's lips thinned as she regarded them with icy detachment.

“Brylee is despicable. Rosalynn, don't you want to retaliate?" Barlow asked suddenly.

Rosalynn glanced at him.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

A wicked grin spread across Barlow's face as he strolled over to Asher, pulling out a small bottle from his pocket.

The dinner party was about to commence. Seated in the dressing room, touching up her makeup, Brylee was somewhat distracted.

She was confident that Asher had executed her plan flawlessly.