She had just reached the door when she saw Joel Smith leaning on the railing, smoking a cigarette.
Yolanda Taylor stopped half a meter in front of him, "Joel Smith, aren't you afraid that Martin Anderson will come after you?"
Joel Smith flicked his cigarette ash and smiled when he looked at her, "Yolanda Taylor, don't blame me for not reminding you. Today, even if there is no me, there are other people. Xenia Davis is not a good person, if you mess with her, you can only blame it on your bad fate, you were not born in a rich and noble family."
"As for me, I actually want to be a good person. I don't want to get involved in what's going on between you two, so tonight's matter is considered to be an explanation from you to me. However-" Here, he paused for a moment, "Don't blame me, I already informed Gwen Fox before I came here, if he steps in for this matter, you'll be safe tonight, but if he doesn't want to come, then don't blame me, anyway, it's not me, there's someone else too."
After saying that, he lifted his hand and touched her cheek, "Actually I really quite like you, it's a pity, your eyes were really bad in the beginning, with whom it's not good to be with, with Gwen Fox. line, go in, that slap last time is considered as my impulsive, tonight's matter, you also give me a face, at least before I leave, don't make a mess so that I can't get off the stage. "
Yolanda Taylor knew that Joel Smith was not a good person, but the only good thing about him was probably the fact that he could be explicit with you when he did bad things.
She also knew that Joel Smith was telling the truth about what he said today and wasn't lying to her.
Xenia Davis bit her in the ass, something like that would have been done by someone else if not Joel Smith.
She looked at him for a moment and finally stopped saying anything as well.
Joel Smith led her back and then sat inside the box for a little while longer before he made an excuse to leave her behind and the man left.
The door to the box fell, leaving Milton Beale and her inside.
Milton Beale moved and moved his chair to lean towards her, "Miss Taylor has been with Young Master Fox for three years, so I guess she has a lot of ability."
He bit out the word "capable" so hard that it was like a needle pricking Yolanda Taylor's ears.
She smiled faintly and avoided his hand without any trace, "President Beale is joking, I don't have much ability, I'm just lucky."
She was indeed not capable of much, just lucky to have just gotten into Gwen Fox's eyes.
But now it seemed that meeting Gwen Fox was not a good thing either.
Milton Beale wasn't in a hurry and poured himself a glass of wine, then glanced at her, "Does Miss Taylor drink?"
Yolanda Taylor shook her head, and Milton Beale laughed, "Miss Taylor is too much for me, too."
He said, tilting his head back and finishing the glass in one gulp, frowning introspectively, "As soon as I met Miss Taylor earlier in the day, I thought Miss Taylor was a special creature, and now it seems that the personality is particularly potent as well."
Milton Beale said nasty things and his eyes became nasty.
Yolanda Taylor felt as if she was being stripped naked for him to look at, she couldn't help but stand up, "President Beale, I'm sorry, it's getting late, I have to go back, I still have to work tomorrow."
"Does Miss Taylor really not understand or is she pretending not to? Do you think you can go back tonight?"
Milton Beale picked his words apart and Yolanda Taylor blanched slightly.
She squeezed the bag in her hand tightly, but her face was calm: "President Beale doesn't have any kind of woman he wants, so why would he choose a woman who doesn't know how to feel like me?"
"Miss Taylor is wrong! There are so many women, but none of them can compare to you, Miss Taylor, you don't know, right? When Young Master Fox brought you out, we were all envious of Young Master Fox!"
Milton Beale's words are so offensive that Yolanda Taylor stands there, her hands going cold, "Why would President Beale do that?"
"And why should Miss Taylor?"
He said, getting up to reach out and hug her.
Yolanda Taylor stepped back and Milton Beale pounced.
After a few glasses of white wine in a row, Milton Beale's face reddened, and when he saw Yolanda Taylor dodge away, his temper rose and he tugged at his tie, "Yolanda Taylor, aren't you just a lover, what's the point of setting up a house of chastity now?"
He said, his face cold, "Someone, take her to my room!"
"Let go of me!"
She subconsciously wanted to escape, however the door to the box was already blocked, and just as she ran out, she was buckled and carried away by Milton Beale's men.