Chapter 900:

The rough-looking man shouted in anger, “Didn’t you agree to keep me company? I paid for your companionship, and now you want to back out after taking my money? No way! You either make me happy, or you give back everything!”

The woman looked at Brixton again and then turned her pitiful eyes back to the rough-looking man.

“I… I don’t love you anymore. Is that so wrong? How can you…”

speak to me like this and even raise your hand against me? Is it not possible for us to separate on good terms? Didn’t we share true love at some point? Why turn this into such a mess?”

Upon seeing the woman’s tearful eyes and vulnerable demeanor, the rough-looking man hesitated, clearly conflicted.

He leaned down, reaching out as if to offer comfort.

But before he could touch her, the woman shouted, “Don’t hit me!” and ran toward Harlee and Brixton’s table. With a dramatic crash, she collapsed to her knees before Brixton, pulling at her blouse to bare a slender shoulder.

“Please, you have to help me.

end things.

self-torn clothing, there were no signs

man’s face, combined with the woman’s innocent look, quickly drew sympathy from the

Brixton, “Sir, you look

you assist this

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“Yeah.

out this tough

and frightening. If he strikes her, she won’t

college student who’s just fallen in with the wrong crowd. You have

woman huddled miserably by the table, a sly grin nearly breaking through her act. This strategy always worked without fail. She figured the mounting pressure from the crowd would compel Brixton

his playboy years. To him, this performance was nothing more than an amateur attempt. With a relaxed smile, he said to Harlee, “This

froze, doubtful at

fury. It was

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