"We're decent folks, not some street performers," Jillian said, releasing Skyler's hand and giving her waist a pat. "You've got a good waist, girl."
Her hand wandered lower, giving Skyler's bottom a slap. "And this bottom is so firm and perky. It's a real piece of work."
As she spoke and felt Skyler up like a prized piece of merchandise, Skyler's cheeks flushed with humiliation under the watchful eyes of the onlookers. She cast a pleading glance at Zavier, who was also watching her. But he had no intention of coming to her aid. He was just enjoying the show.
Skyler had always known that no one would help her, that she could only rely on herself. "Jillian, I..."
"Darling, they say hands are a woman's second face," Jillian interrupted, lowering her voice. "A pretty face and a seductive figure aren't enough. You've got to take care of those hands. You need to think about what men like."
Skyler yanked her hand away, protesting in a whisper, "Jillian, I'm not like that."d2
"Not like that? Then what are you like?" Jillian sneered. "Sweetheart, you're nothing but a plaything the Blue family sent over to Zavier. Don't play the saint with me."
Skyler's face turned deathly pale, words failing her. She didn't want to admit it, but Jillian's harsh words were undeniably true.
Zavier remained unbothered by the prolonged humiliation of Skyler, which helped Jillian understand her place in his heart. Why would anyone care for something Zavier himself disregarded?
She released Skyler with a smile and said, "Well, look who finally decided to show up. Us Riveras, we pride ourselves on punctuality. It's only you folks who are late. If it were my son who was late, I bet no one would've waited."
Jillian was just stirring trouble, and Zavier wasn't having any of it. "Jillian, no one asked you to wait."
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