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!”

sneered, her laughter dark and menacing. “Scared now? Too later Let’s see how I

wasn’t about to just stand there and take it. She

back? Didn’t your mother ever teach you any

a whirlwind of scuffling and grappling. Colin, caught in the chaos,

if Mr. Smith finds out about

in her fury. “Even if 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

in, trying to separate the combatants. But this

backup, huh? Fine! Don’t blame me for getting rough

clutched Sherilyn’s

the world started to dim, her mind racing

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truly lost to madness, intent on

couldn’t die.

there no one to save her?

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

clinging to my dad? Dream on. Every penny he spends on

so distant. Sherilyn believed her