Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 332

The apartment was a simple one-bedroom unit with minimal furnishings-a long, old-fashioned wooden recliner and a bulky, outdated TV sitting atop a TV cabinet.

A breeze blew in through the glass window, carrying a faint musty scent.

From this day forward, she could finally leave this place behind. She would earn money and take her mother away to live a better life.

Cheryl felt a surge of determination.

Just as she got up from the chair to start packing her clothes, the doorbell suddenly rang. She paused, frowning in confusion as she yelled, "Who is it?"

Her mother was in the hospital, and she rarely had visitors. She wasn't close to her neighbors, and hardly anyone ever came looking for her. She hesitated briefly before walking toward the door.

When she opened it, she saw Marley standing tall in a dark gray suit. His handsome face was set in an icy expression as his piercing gaze locked onto her.

Cheryl's face turned pale. Her body reacted instinctively as she immediately tried to shut the door.

But Marley was faster, shooting his hand out to block the door. His voice was cold and filled with displeasure. "What's wrong? Now that you've found a new sugar daddy, you don't want to see me anymore?"

violent rage as if he wanted to devour everything

seconds, Marley had forced the door open and

suffocating. His gaze swept across the room before he turned to her and sneered, "You sell your body for so much money, yet

of this filthy dump. After taking so much money, she still refused to spend a

Marley's eyes as he stared

at the entrance and pointed toward the door, speaking firmly.

thousand needles

before, but right now, the pain she felt

distance between them. His overpowering presence sent a wave of fear through

away until her back hit the wall. With nowhere left to retreat, she stammered,

only made Marley's eyes grow darker and colder. Without warning, he forcefully grabbed her

on her as he spoke in a low voice. "What? You haven't even

eyelashes trembled violently as she looked at him in disbelief. Was this really how he saw her? At that moment, her

course. After all, this was the image she had created for herself. So, was this why he had come? To stop her

teeth tightly, refusing to cry. In a

to sleep with other men too?

directly cut her