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!"

stood up straight, facing him. "Hello. Can I

Even though he couldn't see her face, the sound of her voice and

the queen of the dance owes the top

Sherilyn had no objections.

wasn't the

arriving in a hurry, positioned himself in front of her. "Mr. Miller, this is a ladies' area. Whatever it is, can

away. "Fuck off! Don't push your luck. Do you believe I'll trash this place tonight?" With that, he reached for Sherilyn. His hand clasped around her

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eyes. The smoothness of her

"Come with me!"

grip tightened as he pulled

No!" Yet, Sherilyn lost control. "Don't touch

She struggled desperately.

her. "How dare you

told you to

but she refused

the struggle, she fell to the

humiliated, continued to

coming with me, whether you like

"Ah..."