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Gwendolyn fished out her ID card from her purse. “I have my ID with me, and I've previously signed a contract with you before. They should be proof that I'm the child's mother, so please let me see her.”

The man eyed her, then the ID card in her hand, only proceeding to open the door once he ascertained that she was the same person on the card.

The thick, acrid cigarette smoke hovering in the air caused her to erupt in a coughing fit, and a few men were drinking and swinging fists at each other.

“Samuel, the indebted woman is here.”

A man seated at the head of the table with a glass of alcohol glanced over.

Before Gwendolyn came upstairs, she had deliberately ruined her makeup to appear less desirable.

Smudges of mascara rimmed her eyes like a panda, and she smeared bright red lipstick sloppily across her lips, giving her the appearance of an insane grin.

He quickly averted his gaze, clearly dismissing her without a second thought.

“Take your daughter and leave after paying your debt,” he said coldly. A scar tugged his face as he spoke, making others feel slightly uncomfortable at the sight of that.

slid the card to him. “The money's all there. You can swipe it, or I

first, knowing the five hundred

to

exception. Juliette was in their hands, and Gwendolyn needed to save

honor be damned. It wouldn't matter

his subordinate to swipe the card while she stood in place guardedly. It was her first time observing the men's vulgar conversation and swearing

affluent individuals were handsome and suave like Patrick, as well as men from the seedy underworld—odorous, filthy, vicious men

tightened convulsively around her bag, and she silently thanked her lucky

an impression on

red-faced drunk from guzzling alcohol while gorging on a plate of meat. Their voices

subordinate had disappeared, puzzled

with Juliette. It was not a good idea to stay in the company of a bunch

to the door betrayed her

a woman in a skin-tight red dress sauntered out. “The money is insufficient,

with us, Ms. Ashton,