Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 87 Now You Can Kneel Down

Grace stood still while staring at the check.

"What? You don't want to?" Walter sneered.

"Come on, Mr. He, after all, she was once the most proud noble lady in S City." Walter's companions tried to dissuade him, though it sounded more like a kind of mockery.

"Proud and noble?" Walter sneer. He lit up a cigarette and squinted at Grace, "But look at her. How awful she is now!"

Gloria regretted so much.

She had never expected that there was once a grudge between Grace and those playboys. If she had known about it earlier, she would never have brought Grace here to let her bear all kinds of humiliation. Grace looked around those familiar faces, who were all once her old friends, but she felt them so distant and strange.

So did her old friends. They could not even recognize her at the first sight.

"Grace, do you have fun staying in the prison?"

Suddenly, a man sitting on the sofa provoked.

Grace's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly noticed that that guy was once one of her best friends, who always stayed up late, played video games and shared all kinds of fun with her. "Quinn..."

"No, please don't address me with my real name," Quinn waved his hands to deny, "I don't want to be a friend of a murderer."

Grace's body suddenly shivered. She felt dizzy the next second, with the voice of Quinn lingering around her ears.

was so shocked to hear

she knew Grace was a prisoner, but she had never expected

a seemingly stupid

money," Quinn took out a stack of cash from his wallet, with the amount of approximately thirty thousand dollars. He threw it out the table, "Here are the tips for your later show of slapping

clenched her fists but loosened. She kept repeating the same things

they all just sat aside to observe, waiting

you need that money. I don't know exactly what kind of urgent thing you have encountered, but I noticed it was Gloria who went to curry me a favor..." Gloria really

would never make such a

be lenient wherever

enough to dissuade me? You are just a pet kept by the real boss of the Royal Club. We talk to you respectfully just because of your

the front of Grace, looking down on her, "Grace, your

let out a wry smile, which pierce the weakness of Grace, who was badly

but she dared

had been planning for the

Shaw, had no need to offend all those playboys, especially their power

too vulgar to enjoy such a self-humiliation show. For the sake of my real boss, how about just let

and shouted, "I said you

nothing to do with Gloria!

still deem yourself as the noble lady back then? Let me remind you of your current status, you are not even better than a piece of shit!" While speaking, Walter slapped again on

the hell do you think you are?

"Don't slap her!"

mercy," Walter laughed sickly, "I will not hit her again as long as you kneel down in front of me." "Grace, I am okay. He could do nothing but slap

slapped her once again,