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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.

all there. You

at first, knowing the five hundred thousand

want to

the exception. Juliette was in their hands, and Gwendolyn

and honor be damned. It wouldn't matter anyway

to swipe the card while she stood in place guardedly. It was

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 stars that she had streaked

alive. Leaving an impression on them could mean certain

were among the men sitting at the bar table drinking. They were red-faced drunk from guzzling alcohol while gorging on a plate of meat. Their voices overlapped

subordinate had disappeared, puzzled as

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

to the door

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

with us, Ms. Ashton, by attempting