As the pair made their way down an extremely posh corridor, Genevieve could hear someone making a fuss some distance behind her.

“Let go! Let go of me!” A female’s voice called out.

“I’m telling you, forcing a woman to be an escort or a prostitute without her consent is illegal in today’s society!”

Before she could turn around, Genevieve felt someone knocking into her shoulder as an outline of a person zoomed past her.

Genevieve stumbled a few steps before regaining her balance.

The woman who ran past her was tiny but extremely nimble. In the blink of an eye, she had made her way to the club’s exit. The woman charged toward the door, looking as though she wanted to leave that place as fast as possible.

To her dismay, two burly bouncers were standing outside the door. One of the men managed to grab her thin arms and yanked at her forcefully, halting her in her tracks.

The bouncers lifted the woman into mid-air and brought her back into the club. Kicking her legs around, the woman screamed hysterically, “I’m not the one who wrote the IOU! What right do you have to hold me captive?”

Seeing that customers were walking along the corridor, one of the bouncers was afraid that the woman’s screams would attract unwanted attraction and slapped the woman hard on her cheek.

“Shut up! Or else!” he warned.

to fall silent. Perhaps it was because her

before continuing on their way. With a lowered gaze, Genevieve tossed the woman a glance. The woman’s hair was messy and covering her

pale face peeked through

had it that the boss of Ambrosia was the child

up any unnecessary troubles, Genevieve

as she was about to leave the club, a

“Wait!”

and pulled the woman’s hair out of her face. When Genevieve saw the face of the woman in complete exposure, she was dumbfounded. “Johanna?” Genevieve asked, taken aback by who she was

daze. At the sound of her name, Johanna raised her head and looked around in a

out of her daze and started struggling to get out of the bouncers’ grip once again. “Genev! Please call the police! The people in this club

men coolly. “Let go

miss.” One of the men talked to Genevieve with a stony expression. “She’s one

want to interfere?” Genevieve lifted her chin and

stepped forward. Within a few seconds,

in the main room of the club. There were surveillance cameras everywhere, as well as many bouncers behind

other staff members of the club quickly gathered around

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