Yuri Sinclair had warned her before to stay away from this Morgan Sinclair. He was not a good person.
"Well, well, little girl. It's only been a few days, and you've already grown up so much," Morgan Sinclair said with a smirk, suddenly reaching out an arm to block Ashley Bowen. "It's not illegal to ask you for a dance, is it?"
"It is. You can ask anyone else to dance, just not me." Ashley Bowen shot him a glare and strode away without a second thought.
Morgan Sinclair stood rooted to the spot, watching Ashley Bowen's retreating back with a dazed smile. 'This girl is actually kind of cute when she gets angry.'
He stroked his chin, his gaze following the direction Ashley had gone, then flicked over to Yuri Sinclair. A mysterious smile touched his lips.
"You two, go drink with her. Find a way to get her drunk." Morgan Sinclair pulled over two men and pointed to where Ashley Bowen was sitting.
