'Serve them right for looking down on me! I gotta grasp this opportunity to get back at them!'
'What?'
'Did he say that he can't do anything about it?'
Tiffany was about to cry; she bit her lips tightly. "Well, my sister and I can’t possibly stand all night, can we? Come here and help us to bed."
Darryl gloated inwardly, but he still bent over to pick up Tiffany.
Darryl was pleased; he could feel Tiffany’s voluptuous body.
"Don't move your hands around—" Tiffany yelled; she was terribly embarrassed.
Darryl tried his best to hold back a smile. After he put Tiffany down on the bed, he turned around and got out to the small hall outside.
Ashley stood there; Stephen had ripped half of her white shirt and exposed her charming curves.
Even Darryl felt a little lost when he saw her.
Then, Darryl pretended to look innocent and said, "Eldest Young Miss, I'll carry you to your room."
Ashley blushed as she said softly, "Don't touch me."
The carefree Tiffany did not mind it when Darryl carried her.
However, she was Ashley—how could she let a bodyguard hold her so casually?
"Oh!"
Darryl scratched his head and stood at the side with a faint smile. "Good, I’ll go to bed now. You can just stand here all night."
After a minute, Ashley could not take it anymore; the floor was too cold.
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