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 later Let’s see how I can

Sherilyn wasn’t about to just stand there and take it. She fought back,

mother ever teach

whirlwind of scuffling and grappling. Colin, caught in

it! Ms. Smith, if Mr. Smith finds out about

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.

stepped in, trying to separate the combatants. But

she hissed, “Oh, you’ve got backup, huh? Fine! Don’t blame me

she clutched Sherilyn’s neck, tightening

world started

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Smith was truly lost to madness, intent on

she couldn’t die.

there no one

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

by clinging to my dad? Dream on. Every penny he spends on you should be

Sherilyn believed her