Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 122

“Ms. Smith,” Sherilyn chuckled, shaking her head with a lightness that befied the tonator, in the room. “Forgive my frankness, but your father’s a grown man. Mottbytet med at

M6166/6t néA and single. Whorn he chooses to spend his time with is entirely up to him. Even if jette his daughter, you really don’t have a say in it.”

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The disbelief was evident on the young girl’s face. “So, you mean, you won’t leave thy

dad?”

Sherilyn met her gaze squarely, shaking her head firmly in denial. “Yes, unless Mr. Smith himself wishes it, I have no plans of going anywhere.”

“You!” The girl’s anger bubbled over, her features contorting with rage. “Bitch! Using your pretty face to ensnare men, huh? Fine! I’ll just have to destroy that face of yours and s66 how you charm anyone then!”

Enraged, she lunged at Sherilyn, reaching out to snatch a handful of her hair.

“Ah!” Sherilyn winced, a frown marring her features. “What are you doing? Let go!”

and menacing. “Scared now? Too

take it.

fight back? Didn’t your mother ever teach

whirlwind of scuffling and grappling. Colin, caught in the chaos, didn’t

if Mr. Smith finds

I killed her, do you think my dad would disown me over a dancer? Ridiculous!”

a tricky spot, couldn’t step in physically. He turned to the others. “Quick,

trying to separate the combatants. But

red–eyed, she hissed, “Oh, you’ve got backup, huh?

desperate move, she clutched Sherilyn’s neck, tightening her

stalled, her airway constricted… the world started to dim,

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lost to madness, intent on

couldn’t die. “Jenna, Jenna…”

one to save her?

encroached, Sherilyn’s eyes began to close, Ms. Smith’s maniacal

easy life by clinging to my dad? Dream on. Every penny he

so distant. Sherilyn believed her end was near.