"Chloe Winston, what kind of rag are you wearing, hmm?" Constantine Stewart finally seized the opportunity, grabbed her, and pinned her against the wall of the exhibition space, speaking in a displeased tone.
The exhibition hall was enormous, divided into several sections, some with small cubicles. At this moment, Chloe Winston was cornered by Constantine Stewart in a small cubicle, with no one around, and she sneered coldly, "What I wear is none of your business. Mr. Stewart, aren't you nosing into my affairs too much?"
Whenever Constantine Stewart was unhappy, he'd add a condescending "little" before her name, calling her "little Chloe Winston," followed by all sorts of punishments solely to satisfy his personal lust, colored with desire. But now calling her "big Chloe Winston" didn't scare her anymore.
