The whole living room suddenly went quiet.
Olivia Lane was also stunned for a moment, and then her eyes started to sparkle. The soul of gossip was burning.
Hugo Clark watched her little expression, and his eyebrows moved slightly.
Arthur North saw James Collins's obviously wanting to say more expression, and got up and left.
Hugo Clark followed closely behind.
"Sister, don't you believe me?" James Collins asked.
Charlotte Lane did not speak.
Damian Brown is indeed quite cool sometimes.
"Sister, it's true." James Collins said, "That day she got drunk, and she forced me."
Olivia Lane's eyes widened. This sounded like a victim's tone.
"And then the next day, after waking up, she didn't admit it." James Collins said angrily.
"That's so pathetic." Olivia Lane muttered under her breath.
"She even said she hadn't touched a man in a long time and was a bit lonely." James Collins complained, "She asked me to forget it and not worry about it."
Charlotte Lane: "......"
