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.

shocked to hear

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

a seemingly stupid

I heard that you need money," Quinn took out a stack of cash from his wallet, with the amount of approximately thirty thousand dollars. He threw it out the

her fists but loosened. She kept repeating the same

as what Quinn did, they all just sat aside to observe, waiting for her

you going to refuse? Think about it, 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

were a chance, she would

He, be lenient

a pet kept by the real boss of the Royal Club. We talk to you respectfully just because of your real boss. But you are too weak to negotiate with the

Grace, looking down on her, "Grace, your

which pierce the weakness of Grace, who was

turned livid, but she dared not to offend those

been planning for the

her real boss, Caden Shaw, had no need to offend all those playboys, especially their power families, just

vulgar to enjoy such a self-humiliation show. For the sake

shouted, "I said you

went mad, "Walter, it has nothing to do with Gloria! How could you hit

deem yourself as the noble lady back then? Let me remind you of your current status, you are not even better than a

I hit her again. Grace, who the hell do you think you are? How dare you meddle

"Don't slap her!"

will show her mercy," Walter laughed sickly, "I will not hit her again as long as you kneel down in front of me." "Grace, I

slapped her once again,