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!”

girl sneered, her laughter dark and menacing. “Scared now?

stand there and take it. She fought back, grabbing at the girl’s hands.

Didn’t your mother ever

whirlwind of scuffling and grappling. Colin, caught

it! Ms. Smith, if Mr. Smith finds

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

tricky spot, couldn’t step in physically. He turned

to separate the combatants. But this only seemed

got backup, huh? Fine! Don’t

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

stalled, her airway constricted… the world started to

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Smith was truly lost to madness, intent

die.

one to save her?

to close, Ms. Smith’s

clinging to

sounded so distant. Sherilyn believed her end