Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 93

Tonight, Fred had been drinking heavily, and with his anger boiling over, his eyes were bloodshot as he shoved Colin aside.

"Does Mr. Gilbert even know you're using his name to throw your weight around here? Get lost!"

"Whoa!"

Colin staggered, nearly falling to the ground. By the time he steadied himself and caught up, Fred had already stormed into the dressing room.

"Ah!"

Inside, several dancers were removing their makeup and changing clothes. The sight of a man barging in sent them into a frenzy of shrieks.

Fred ignored them, his eyes scanning the room. "Where's S? Tell her to come out for a toast!"

"S?"

Instinctively, their gazes shifted toward where Sherilyn was.

Sherilyn had already removed her makeup and wasn't wearing her mask. But, quick as a flash, she put it on the moment Fred burst in, making it all the easier for him to spot her.

"Ha ha!" Fred laughed heartily as he made his way toward Sherilyn. "So, you're here!"

him. "Hello. Can I help

taken aback. Even though he couldn't see her face, the sound of her voice and her poised

the dance owes the top patron a

Sherilyn had no objections.

wasn't the one calling the

positioned himself in front of her. "Mr. Miller, this is a ladies' area.

grabbed Colin by the shoulder and jerked him away. "Fuck off! Don't push your luck.

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in Fred's eyes. The smoothness of her skin let him

"Come with me!"

as he pulled

lost control. "Don't touch

She struggled desperately.

was stunned, then turned to glare at her. "How dare you yell

you to let

eyes reddened, her body shaking, but she refused

struggle, she fell to the

humiliated, continued to drag

with

"Ah..."