"I've never even had a boyfriend, how could I strip and seduce someone else's husband..."
"Oh my god, if that's true, that's just too shameless. How desperate for a man can you be..."
"Shut up, what nonsense are you spouting?!" Ava Morgan, despite her upbringing, couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, "You're the shameless ones! How could I wear lingerie? It was Eva Nightingale who wore it. She's jealous of the President being kind to me and framed me."
"Everyone, please don't believe Eva Nightingale!?"
Ava Morgan, losing her cool, was on the verge of exploding: "Eva Nightingale, you horrible woman, I'll beat you... Tonight, I'll tear your mouth apart... Ah!!!"
Before she finished cursing, the champagne tower taller than people collapsed, falling heavily in Ava Morgan's direction:
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
In succession with a heavy crash, red wine, champagne, and other high-end liquors spilled all over, and the crystal-clear stemmed glasses shattered on the ground.
