She didn''t mince her words.


    Darcy, far from being offended, justughed. "Feisty, aren''t we? Good. I like them spicy. It''s more fun that way."


    He swirled the wine in his ss. He had the same eyes as Oscar, but while Oscar''s were cold, Darcy''s were filled with a roguish glint.


    "I hear you''re new to the scene. You must be pretty clean, then. Don''t tell me you''re still a virgin. No experience makes things less interesting."


    Yvonne continued to sip her soda slowly, a small smile ying on her lips, showing no sign of shyness.


    Darcy rxed a little. A virgin would have been blushing to the roots of her hair by now. This one clearly had some experience.


    "So, what are you into? What kind of toys have you yed with? Vibrators? Threesomes? Don''t worry, my ''friends'' are all good-looking and know what they''re doing."


    Yvonne swished the soda in her can, her gaze drifting down to Darcy''s crotch with a mocking smile. "As capable as you are, Mr. Rogers?"


    Darcy was the second son of the Rogers family, Oscar''s younger brother. In her past life, Yvonne had met him a few times.


    Back then, as Bet''s girlfriend with the backing of the Thompson family heir, Darcy had been nothing but sycophantic. She never would have guessed he was this depraved in private.


    Darcy roared withughter and threw his arm around her shoulders again. "Too many people here, we can''t have any real fun Want to Come back to my ce? Don''t worry, I''ll make it worth your while. Money, connections, you name it.


    “Sure,” Yvonne said, tossing the half-empty soda can back on the table, readily agreeing.


    Darcy wrapped an arm around Yvonne''s waist and, after a quick farewell to the others, started to leave.


    Ms. Jane, seeing this, instinctively tried to stop them.


    She was genuinely afraid this firecracker Yvonne would cause a major incident she couldn''t handle Darcy was the second son of the Rogers family; if a single hair on his head was harmed, she couldn''t afford the consequences.


    "Mr. Rogers, Yvonne has a couple of scenes to reshoot for the film. I need to take


    her back to the set soon. Perhaps she could keep youpany another day?"


    "Are you messing with me, Jane? You got a death wish or something?" Darcy was a known troublemaker and showed Ms. Jane no respect She''s with me tonight. No reshoots. I''ll cover any losses your production suffers," Darby snapped, then steered Yvonne out of the room.


    “Are they really going to a hotel already? Mr. Rogers sure is impatient.”


    "Looks like he can''t keep his hands to himself when he sees a pretty face."


    Back in the room, the others continued their teasing and jokes, oblivious to Ms. Jane''s face, which had turned ashen.