Chapter 329: I Don't Even Know That Ugly Freak!

"Your woman?" Asher Jauncy lowered his gaze to Denise Sowden, who was clinging to his waist like her life depended on it. A faint crease formed between his brows. Since when did Denise have anything to do with trash like that? In his arms, Denise stirred at the voice. She blinked open bleary, sleepy eyes, her long lashes trembling as she followed Asher's line of sight to Princeton Duffus standing opposite them. The moment she made out his face, her nose wrinkled. Disgust flashed across...