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?"

mouse seeing a cat, huddling against the wall, shivering from the cold. The previously vacant eyes finally revealed a tinge of fear, a "docile"

scrawny man licked his lips, his lecherous gaze fixed on the woman's graceful figure, and insincerely said to the scar-faced man, "Thanks, boss. Following you really pays off. Damn, I haven't tasted a woman in

thought my thing stopped working. Now give me any woman, and I'd still find

that, this lady from the Parry family is truly great, with tender skin and a great figure. Much better than

delinquent, around thirteen or fourteen, scratched his

his words fell, it elicited hearty laughter from the

oversized hand and roughly grabbed the

age, you understand quite

follow me, and we'll have a

and instinctively shrunk his neck into his collar. Unexpectedly, he praised

and his tall, obese body squatted in front of

legs curled up on the ground, but this only made the blood from her wounded leg flow faster, rapidly

"Here, I'm in charge. If you have some sense, follow me.

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chin and reminding her in a hoarse and rough

truth, someone paid me a million to 'take

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and turn off the lights for sleep, or you'll lose two points!" The clear voice of the female guard sounded, and Scarface lazily rose to his feet,