Trenton Smith finished his cigarette and took her to another private box.
The box was large, with a bar and a pool table.
In front of the pool table, a young man was playing pool, and a woman stood by the wall, looking at her from a distance.
Norris Moore took a glance and then looked away.
McKinney White was sitting on the couch talking to a man in front of him.
Today, he was wearing a white shirt and light blue washed jeans, not looking as imposing as he did in his suit and leather shoes, but rather like a college student.
The man sitting across from McKinney White had very fair skin.
He was wearing a snow-white shirt, from the sleeves of which flowed skin even whiter than the shirt.
On his delicate wrist, he wore a string of Tibetan blue prayer beads, glossy and obviously often played with.
The man had a refined face, handsome and elegant, with a pair of clear black eyes under his black hair.
He saw her and raised his glass of red wine slightly, smiling at her, “Miss Moore, my name is Philip Shaw.”
His smile was very gentle.
It was apparent that unlike her, he was already very familiar with her.
Norris Moore listened to his light voice, a faint smile forming on her mouth, “Mr.
Shaw, you are indeed a man of your word.”
Then, she sat down on the couch with Trenton Smith.
Norris Moore leaned against the couch, watching the people in the room.
Half a year ago, the Moore Family went bankrupt.
Not only did Norton Foster kick them when they were down, but there were also mysterious people taking advantage of the situation.
Oh, yes, there was also the divorce agreement prepared by Lawyer White, leaving her with nothing.
In other words, everyone standing or sitting in this room right now was to blame for everything.
The smile on Norris Moore’s face became even more attractive.
Norton Foster put the pool cue aside and came over with Amelia Miller.
He put his arm around Amelia’s waist and sat down on the couch near Norris Moore.
He picked up a glass of fruit wine and took a sip, then handed the glass to Amelia, “This is sweet, have a taste.”
Amelia took it and sat there sipping.
After a while, she seemed to want to get up, but Norton held her by the waist.
“Norton, I want to go home,” she said.
“Sit for a bit longer,” Norton responded calmly.
Amelia pursed her lips slightly, a delicate frown on her forehead.
Norton’s gaze swept across Amelia’s face, then suddenly darkened.
He leaned back, lounged, and asked, “President Smith, don’t you find this boring?”
Trenton Smith glanced at him and nodded, “Indeed, a bit.”
A smile appeared on Norton’s soft and fair face, “How about having the lady by your side dance for us?”
Trenton Smith looked at Norris Moore, “Norris, can you still dance?”
A playful smile spread across Norris Moore’s delicate little face.
She propped up her face and nodded, “Yes, I can.”
Norton asked, “Can you dance a striptease?”
Norris looked at him and smiled sweetly, “Yes, I can.”
“Then Miss Moore, how about you dance a striptease for us to liven things up.” Norton looked at Trenton Smith, “What does Mr.
Smith think?”
Trenton Smith was watching Norris Moore the whole time.
Norris Moore, who was smiling elusively, was always full of surprises.
When did the daughter of the wealthiest family learn to do a striptease?
He wasn’t wrong about her, she was indeed unconventional.