"Wow, choose a member of the opposite sex to sit on their lap and share a cookie using your lips! Who in the world gets such a stroke of luck!"
The Third Young Master of the Lowell Family glanced at the card in Claire Sinclair's hand with an extremely excited and greasy smile on his face.
"Exactly! Aren't we all going to be so envious?!"
The wealthy young men present were all eager, staring at Claire Sinclair's delicate features, like hungry wolves with green-lighted eyes.
"Pretty miss, pick me! I promise to cooperate fully with you in the cookie-biting game!"
"Miss, you definitely shouldn't pick him, his character is bad, choose me instead!"
Seeing the rich kids vying to please Claire Sinclair, the accompanying escorts felt somewhat jealous, not understanding how this girl got so lucky. Even if Young Master Prescott was not interested in her, she was still being fought over by these men.
...
