House number forty-seven was where Yvonne was living. Kingsley planned on settling Yvonne’s trouble before finding that Sweoya spy.

“Yes, boss,” Baron answered. “It’s quite near from where we’re at. We’ll be there in five.”

Kingsley hung up and tossed Kenzo out like he was trash. The man wobbled forward like a drunken man and fell forward to the ground. “Holy sh*t!” Kenzo scrambled to get back up, wincing. His whole body felt like it had been crushed. There were so many places he wanted to rub, but he only had two hands.

Some of the smarter lackeys went up to him and pretended to be concerned. “Are you alright, Kenzo?”

“You f*ckwits! You didn’t help me when he got me! It’s too late for concerns!” Kenzo kicked his lackeys. “Trash! All of you!”

sore shoulders and glared at Kingsley. “You got some

“I’d like to see you try. It might not turn out as you

and he took a step back instinctively. “We took over this place, so we deserve the rent.” He licked his lips. “And we already told the chief about this. Everyone just has to give us three hundred dollars a month.

fists tightly. “My brother worked really hard for the money. I won’t give

are, girl.” Kenzo leered at her. “Why don’t you come with

lip so hard, it almost drew blood. She would not stand for that kind

Kenzo took a step forward. “Listen to me. Work at Crimson Hall, and I guarantee you can make three to five thousand a month. The customers love girls your age. It’s so much easier than getting into college and working your

going to take Yvonne by force, and the girl

front of Yvonne, Kenzo pulled his hand back. He laughed drily. “I’m doing this for her own good. She can never find success living in this dingy hut. I’m just showing her a way to get

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