Tyrone sat on the VIP seat. His dark eyes were deep as a cold pool, devoid of any emotion.

Today was the White Family's new product launch, and William White invited him to here.

It was promised to be over in half an hour, but he didn't expect it to take more than half an hour just for the guests to enter the arena.

He was most impatient of wasting time on these useless things and was getting irritated when William put his arm on his shoulder. His charming eyes raised slightly, " Tyrone, the ritual girls today are nice," he said. "They are all beautiful. You see that penultimate. She looks just 17 years old. Her legs are so long... Hey, brother, I remember you are still a virgin. Do you want to go talk to them?"

Following the direction William pointed, Tyrone carelessly looked at the group of ritual girls. And upon seeing the penultimate person, Tyrone's sight paused.

In the next second...

His falcon-like sharp gaze locked onto Sophia like a sword.

William inexplicably felt that the temperature was a bit low, "Is the air-conditioning in this venue too low? I told them to turn it up a bit..."

Before he finished speaking, Tyrone got up.

William was shocked and the people around him looked over, "Tyrone, what are you doing?"

Tyrone was pulled by William, and only then did he realize where he was. He endured his anger and sat back down in his seat.

But his eyes never left Sophia for a moment.

William stared over in the direction he was looking and saw him staring at the fair-skinned and beautiful ritual girl. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Will you still say you are not interested? But, you have a good eye. You pick her out of a dozen ritual girls. That little girl is the best looking. You look at her breasts..."

"Shut up."

Tyrone reached out his hand, tugged at William's tie, and sternly threatened, "If you dare to look at her again, I'll gouge your eyes out."

William: "........"

Sophia noticed that Tyrone was watching her.

Her body couldn't stop trembling.

It was over...

She knew Tyrone would find her.

She would be dead for sure!

Sophia wailed in her heart while anxiously trying to find her escape path.

But she was standing on the arena, and many people were staring at her.

Where to escape?

Standing on the stage in fear and trepidation, Sophia only felt that seconds were like years.

It was hard to wait for the press conference to end.

Sophia pulled her legs out and ran.

"Sophia, where are you going?"

"The bathroom!"

Sophia responded, speeding up her escape.

Tyrone got up, pushed away William who was blocking his way and chased after Sophia.

Seeing that she was going to run without a trace.

He shouted in a serious voice, "Sophia, stop right there!"

Sophia's legs weakened and she almost fell to the ground.

But when she thought of what would happen if she was caught by her uncle, she immediately ran like a rabbit being chased by a wolf.

Following the tide of people out of the hall, she could no longer feel that stern gaze. Sophia was relieved.

She was ready to turn back to the fitting room and change her clothes back.

But before she could go far, a man suddenly stopped her, "Miss, hello. I'm the manager of the Brilliant Company. My name is Jack Thompson. I noticed you just now under the stage. Do you have time, Miss? Can you go out for dinner with me?"

Sophia glanced at him.

He was almost bald with a swollen belly like he was five months pregnant. When he smiled, she could see his yellow teeth...

He did not look like a good person through ant perspectives.

"Sorry, I don't have time," Sophia said, trying to bypass him and head to the fitting room.

The moment she passed by, the man suddenly grabbed her hand, "Don't go so fast! Let's have a talk, beauty."