Chapter 12 The crowd echoed in agreement . Mason didn't move . His gaze fell on Harper's face . She was coughing , as if trying to expel all the alcohol . Her face turned pale and then purple , clearly in great distress , yet she didn't struggle or resist . She just endured the humiliation , shrinking into a corner , looking helpless and fragile . Her eyes were like a sieve , filled with wounds and numbness . Ethan glanced over and called out to Mason , " Come on , what are you standing there for ? " Harper curled into a ball , her stomach churning with pain , but she dared not cry out . Under the numbing effect of alcohol and the ravages of a severe cold , her consciousness was muddled , and she mistook this place for home . If she was naughty , she would be beaten . So no matter how much it hurt , she could endure it . Mason walked in , his nose twitching slightly at the pungent smell of alcohol that emanated from Harper . He glanced at her and then , as if disgusted , moved away . Seeing that Mason had no objections , a woman suddenly stood up . The light shone on her face - it was Sophia . She took the fruit plate , slammed it on the floor , and then bent down to pick it up . She walked over to Harper , pinched her chin , and made her sit up . " How are you feeling now ? " Harper wiped the alcohol from her neck and nodded dazedly . She had to Chapter 12 The last time she had eaten fruit was a rotten apple , which was bitter and sour , and not tasty at all . Sophia's mouth twitched . " If it's so good , have some more . " As she reached for a second piece , the fruit plate was suddenly snatched away . Mason's shadow enveloped her . He stood in front of her , tall , slender , and so precious that he seemed untouchable . With the plate , Mason threw everything into the trash can . The room fell silent instantly . Mason didn't like this kind of game , taking pleasure in humiliating others . It was like children playing house . He felt an unusual irritation , not knowing whether he was angry at these people or despised Harper's degradation . " If you like it so much , go ahead and pick it up . " He threw the plate , along with the dirty food , into the trash can , bent down to clean his hands with a tissue , and then walked out of the private room . Through the door , there was a commotion , urging Harper to pick up the food from the trash can . Mason couldn't bear to listen and walked away quickly . When he realized he had left his phone behind and went back to get it , he passed by the restroom . The sound of vomiting from one of the stalls assaulted his eardrums . The alcohol in her stomach , if not fatal , would at least lead to a severe hangover .