Chapter 141

But now, before the man had even been dealt with, they were already threatening to punish her by making her take off her dress.

How was she supposed to survive in Capitolion after this?

Scales' lips twitched in disbelief.

"She's only got that one dress. If she takes it off, do you want her to stand here naked? What do you expect Magnus to do—just look the other way?"

A cold, mocking glint flashed in Nanette's eyes as she let out a derisive laugh.

"Magnus's reputation? Magnus, I've been meaning to ask-what exactly is going on between you and Elise?"

Magnus frowned.

There was nothing between him and Elise, but he certainly didn't want her forced to undress in front of everyone.

Nanette's tone dripped with ridicule. "Are you two a couple? If you can look Isadora in the eye and say you're together, I'll let Elise off the hook."

Isadora thought, Why does he need to look at me and say that?

Elise's only hope now was Magnus. She desperately wished he'd speak up for her.

She really didn't want to take off her dress, and in this room, only he could save her.

Her eyes grew wet, shimmering with unshed tears as she stared at Magnus, stricken with fear and shame.

Magnus looked at Isadora's cold, unyielding face.

to speak, but for a moment, he couldn't find the

she'd won,

not a couple. Which means

protested, "Are you listening to

bet and owned up to it. No one acted like this. Now it's Elise's turn and

room fell silent, no one wanting to stick their neck out

be honest, half the men there wouldn't mind seeing

snickered, "Yeah, a bet's a bet. Off with

as she clutched the hem of

die than give

done with

of going

by anger, she spat, "Bitch, this is for all those times you picked on Isadora. Isadora's under my protection. Let's see if you

could react, Nanette lunged at Elise, the alcohol in her system making her movements

to use her strength, and in a few rough motions, she tore Elise's

the floor, barely covered, her arms wrapped around her

down her cheeks one

men in the room let out a chorus of whistles

stripped off his suit jacket, and

glare swept over the group, each glance sharp as a

Silence fell.

relax

her, turning to Sammy and saying, "Happy birthday. The game's over-we're

Nanette out of the

out of it, on

about to call a

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