Chapter 67

Kristin was trying to explain herself out of a bind, but the more she tried, the more of a mess

she became.

Over the years, Kristin had become worse at explaining herself.

James grabbed her wrist and yanked her in front of him. “Okay…”

The words trailing after that never made it out. She just stood there, gawking at Summer.

“I’ll agree to whatever you ask.” James looked down at the scars on Kristin’s wrist, reminders of het past attempts at cutting.

“Was it tough inside?” James whispered.

Kristin just sat on the ground in front of James, her gaze falling helplessly.

Truthfully, she couldn’t even measure her own grit anymore. After all, she was living in hell and was numbed to all forms of suffering.

“These scars can be removed,” James said, looking at Kristin.

Kristin yanked her wrist back, covering it with her sleeve. “No need.”

Why bother with such an ostrich act?

“You don’t have to go back to the club anymore. Stick with me, and I can’t just let you continue as a receptionist. Stick with me for three years, and I’ll have someone deposit a hefty sum into Summer’s account every month, and the rest I’ll transfer to your card. You can use my credit card for whatever you need. If you need cash, just tell me.”

James didn’t know how else to make it up to Kristin, other than giving her everything she could want, materially speaking.

“No,” Kristin looked down. “I promised Harriet I’d help…”

James frowned. “Think it over.”

Kristin nodded, then spoke again. “I hope to keep it private.”

That was for James‘ sake. She didn’t care about her reputation anymore.

James rubbed Kristin’s head, not directly responding. “Not sleeping yet? Planning on keeping me company?”

Kristin panicked a bit, instinctively stepping back.

James chuckled. “Until you make up your mind, I won’t touch you, but I don’t want you to make me wait too long.”

Tears still clung to Kristin’s eyelashes and she had clearly been crying.

again. “You sure don’t want to bring

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her head. Bringing Summer over would mean she’d be trapped

James.

commerce dinner, I’ll go back with you.” James promised

Kristin.

and ran back to her

sigh. It was torment to have a juicy steak right in front of him. yet unable

he do? He

was his

the Nightlight

at the club was sneakily

it. Ever since James‘ breakfast incident and the time Rhett dragged her away. the employees had been acting like

her. “Kris…” Yara glanced around before whispering. “What’s your deal with Mr.

kept her head down as she replied, “I just knew him

talk of the

up the stairs and saw dozens of women,

which of the club’s girls had snagged the notoriously picky

that

big clients today, everyone buck up and get to work,” the manager shouted toward the

manager walked up to Kristin with a smile. “Kris, had

wanted to offer Kristin a better–paying and more relaxed

shook her

didn’t

pulled up outside the club’s revolving doors. A woman dressed to the nines got out, tossed the keys to the valet, and

her head down,

manager hurriedly approached,

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manager aside, scanned the room, spotted Kristin, and marched

the hall

looked up, recognizing her assailant, and instinctively turned to

running. If you don’t beg me on your knees today. I’ll sell your little bastard to

faltered her steps and turned back frantically, gasping

running?” Adrienne smiled, closing in

you?” Yara, finally snapping out of her shock, bravely

security caught

Adrienne looked down her nose at them, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m Adrienne, Ms.

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