Chapter 150 Dancing?

Dancing?

Jessica scanned the dance floor, where many couples were already dancing a graceful waltz, with swaying skirts and elegant postures. Then, she glanced at Mr. Winston.

It was evident at first glance that he was a despicable man.

Jessica smiled lightly, maintaining her graceful demeanor. "I'm sorry, Mr. Winston. My high heels have been hurting my feet, so I'm not able to."

Mr. Winston seemed surprised that a mere secretary would decline his invitation. He felt somewhat embarrassed. After all, secretaries often accompany their bosses to socialize. Otherwise, how else could it be called socializing?

Mr. Marcus's other secretaries had already been led to the dance floor, and it was then that Mr. Winston, driven by his lust, came to invite Jessica to dance.

"Miss Jessica, it's okay. The steps of the waltz are melodious and won't cause much discomfort," Mr. Winston said with a lecherous smile as he moved closer to take Jessica's hand. But before he could get close to her, a pair of