Chapter 53

Whoa, he actually yanked her up.

That “yank” she mentioned wasn’t literally pulling her

Mr. Sinclair, not only was he bad at understanding language, but his comprehension was a bit off too.

Thalassa’s feet were off the ground, she was trying her best to stand on her tiptoes. Her other hand was tightly gripping the tray afraid that the red wine inside would fall and shatter.

That was worth twenty grand

On one side was a twenty-grand bottle of wine, and in front of her was the man’s cold face, deep inside his eyes. Who knew what he’s thinking? Thalassa felt the pressure; her heartbeat was racing, and she was very nervous

Her eyes were blinking nervously, her eyelashes trembling, and her voice was weak and helpless: “Mr. Sinclair, don’t lose it; let me go first; I can’t breathe.” She was wearing a tight V-neck shirt, the collar was tugged up by him, his fist was pressing on her throat, and his knuckles were blocking her breath. Her throat was so hurt that she was nearly suffocating

Thalassa was very scared. In front of the manly Lysander, she felt as weak as an ant; he could squash her at any moment.

oxygen. Looking down, her short skirt was pulled up by him, and her thighs were about to

in the box, the three other men were

gaze would inevitably land on

and

was falling

fell to

the red wine she was holding tightly

broke into pieces on

wine was splashed

about the pain in her buttocks, her

ground, broken glass and red

from the ground, and knelt down. Looking at the

couldn’t handle the pressure

grand, she couldn’t even pay it off if she sold

here today to make money, not to

and less, and she was

her to bring money back to buy milk powder and winter

facing the huge pressure and the compensation of twenty grand,

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