Chapter: 817

With a cigarette in her mouth, Jayla sat on the couch and watched the skimpy guests on the dance floor, who were getting amatory with one another.

As a whole, the party looked like a dissipated one.

Right then, a bodyguard walked up to her and reported in a low voice, "Ms. Grant, Natasha is here."

"Oh, that’s fast. Bring her in." Jayla put on a playful smile.

"Yes." The bodyguard obeyed and went away.

Seconds later, Natasha came in with the bodyguard. Looking at how wild the atmosphere of the party was, she couldn’t help but frown.

"This is way too much. They don’t have any self-restraint at all," Natasha thought.

Jayla stood up with a glass of red wine in her hand.

"Natasha, I didn’t expect you to have the guts to come over."

"I came here only for the truth; who exactly framed my father?" Natasha demanded.

Before this, Natasha received a call from Jayla and was told that the latter had a way of saving Hector. Hence, Natasha immediately rushed over.

"Well, get down on your knees if you want to know the answer," Jayla said with a mocking smile.

"Do you think this is fun?" Natasha furrowed her brows.

"You don’t want to kneel? I thought you cared a lot about your father, but now it seems like I’m wrong." Jayla sneered.

"Will you tell me the truth if I fall to my knees?"

"It’s not your place to negotiate with me. If you don’t want your father to die in prison, do as I say!" Jayla shouted.

After hesitating for a while, Natasha finally kneeled on the floor. She knew Jayla was humiliating her on purpose. However, for the sake of Hector, Natasha had no choice but to swallow her pride.

"What a good daughter!" Jayla curled the corners of her lips into a nasty smirk.

"Now, take off your clothes."

"What did you say?" Natasha knitted her brows.

"Didn’t you hear me? I said, take off your clothes!" Jayla repeated with her voice raised.

"Don’t you go overboard!" Natasha’s expression was cold. How could she possibly remove her clothes in public? That was extremely humiliating for her!