Chapter 422 The Vile And Disgusting Judges
- There was a sweet, but strange aroma wafting up through the air.
- But the men had taken the antidote in advance, so the aroma had no effect on them at all.
- Reedman looked at Ashlyn impishly with a wicked smile. “Ms. X, O’Brien, and I are the judges of this Fashion Week. Let’s talk about your brand’s runway show today, shall we?”