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

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

seemingly stupid girl, have ever

the amount of approximately thirty thousand dollars. He threw it out

but loosened. She kept repeating the same things for a

did not provoke Grace as what Quinn did, they all just sat aside to observe, waiting for her self-humiliation

going to refuse? Think about it, you need that money. I don't know exactly what kind of urgent thing you have encountered,

a chance, she would never make such a

He, be lenient

you are qualified 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 real boss. But you are too weak to negotiate with the upper class of

her, "Grace, your pride or five hundred thousand dollars, make

he let out a wry smile, which pierce the weakness of Grace,

turned livid, but she dared

had been planning for the follow-up

real boss, Caden 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

face and shouted, "I said

it has nothing to do with Gloria! How could you hit

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!"

the hell do you think you are? How

"Don't slap her!"

hit her again as long as you kneel down in front of me." "Grace, I am okay. He could do nothing but slap me a few times. He doesn't have

Walter slapped her once again,