She let out a few more cries, making it sound like she was being ravished beyond endurance.
The sensual atmosphere was instantly shattered by the pig-like squeals.
Morgan Sinclair sat up straight, a bit exasperated. "What are you screaming about? I haven't even touched you."
Ashley Bowen put on an innocent expression, blinking her eyes to show she was just playing along.
Morgan Sinclair rubbed his forehead, straightened his clothes, and pressed the button on the inner side of the seat again. The privacy screen slowly retracted.
The bodyguards all stared in disbelief, their gazes shifting away awkwardly. It was as if they were wondering if the Second Prince was lacking in that department for it to be over so quickly.
Ignoring the strange looks, Ashley Bowen picked up the US dollar bills that had fallen on the blanket and clutched them tightly in her hand.
She turned to look at the street outside, plotting to find a place to escape.
Just then, Morgan Sinclair's phone rang.
