She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 617: Someone Tells Me to Take Care of You

The two of them arrived in great style, but now they left in a state of timidity. Benson only calmed down his cold air after seeing Miss Walsh leave. Then he helped Cheyenne back to the room.

Amidst the pitch-black environment, a series of piercing screams echoed through, and a dim yellow light cascaded onto the cobblestone floor from the dense tree shadows. The sight of red bloodstains was harrowing.

Beside the restroom, the magnolia blossoms were in full bloom, and under the pale silver moonlight, petals tumbled from the branches. It was like a tranquil yet desolate scene, resembling the aftermath of a downpour, serene and desolate. However, it was destined to be disappointed; in this world's most wicked and filthy place, its purity and beauty were unappreciated. Its refreshing fragrance was masked by the overwhelming stench.

The disheveled woman sat on the ground, the icy touch penetrating her thin clothes, chilling her to the bone. The cold wind brought a piercing ache.

Lifting her gaze, her once beautiful face was now battered and bruised, with a trace of crimson blood at the corner of her lips.

"Drip..."

It fell on the stone slab.

It also fell on a petal of plum blossom, the contrast of red and white drawing attention. Yet Danielle's eyes were hollow and lifeless, like a stagnant pool, devoid of any ripples.

After a while, a middle-aged man emerged from the restroom, plump like a ball, his face bearing a long scar from his forehead to his cheek, exuding a fierce and menacing aura, reminiscent of a street thug, instilling fear in onlookers.

Several scrawny men followed behind him, grinning as they passed by the woman. The scar-faced man deliberately kicked her with his foot.

With a disdainful gaze, he sneered, "Bitch! You reap what you sow. Enjoying yourself this time?"

the wall, shivering from the cold. The previously vacant

gaze fixed on the woman's graceful figure, and insincerely said to the scar-faced man, "Thanks, boss. Following you really pays

give me any woman, and I'd still find her pretty," another man

great, with tender skin and a great figure. Much better

young delinquent, around thirteen or fourteen, scratched his bald head and muttered

fell, it elicited hearty laughter

man extended his rough, oversized hand and roughly

brat, for your age, you understand

now on, you follow me, and we'll have a grand

strangle him and instinctively shrunk his neck

his tall, obese body squatted in front of Danielle. She shrank away

on the ground, but this only made the blood from her wounded

chin with two fingers, his gaze filled with sympathy as he said, "Here, I'm in charge. If you have some sense, follow me. Maybe then I'll

treating me like this? We have no grievances..." She

had just arrived here yesterday and was

a

done something so shameless to

chin and reminding her in a hoarse and rough voice, "You should think hard

me tell you the truth, someone paid me a million to 'take care'

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time, please return to your dorm and turn off the lights for sleep, or you'll lose two points!" The clear voice of the