Chapter 11


    Shawn really enjoyed seeing her in such a pathetic state. “Ha! Where did all that arrogance of yours


    go, huh? You had the audacity to dismiss mepletely back then, didn’t you? Well? Take a look at


    yourself now! You’ve been reduced to a mere escort that’d do anything for money!” he thought to


    himself while pulling out another wad of cash. Jessica did as told and slowly got down on all fours like a


    dog in front of him. Long gone were the days of her being the heiress of the Jackson family and the


    number one socialite in Horington. She had chosen to forget all of that and do anything that would


    make her money. “Woof! Woof!” she barked twice with a dead look in her eyes. “Hey, Shawn! Isn’t that


    pushing it a little too far? She used to be one of us, you know?” “I know, right? Screw this, I’ve had


    enough for tonight. Bye, guys!” Unable to stand it anymore, two of the girls sitting in a corner walked


    out of the room. However, that didn’t affect the mood of the others as they really enjoyed humiliating


    Jessica. Shawn mmed another wad of cash on the table and said, “Now, how about you try peeing


    like a dog?” Jessica broke into a wry smile as she did as told. She had only lifted her leg up for a few


    seconds when her crippled leg gave out beneath her. The intense pain that tore through her joints


    caused her to lose her bnce and fall down. Everyone burst outughing once again. Melissa was


    having so much fun bullying her that shepletely forgot about the drink in her hand. Jessica


    remained silent as she sat on the floor and massaged her aching joint. A few secondster, she got


    back on her feet and grabbed the money on the table. Like a cockroach, she would do her best to


    survive even in the worst possible environment. The man who taught her to survive once told her that


    what didn’t kill her would make her stronger. “Not bad. I like your obedience, but it’s no fun if you’re all


    covered up. How about you take that dress off and show us what you’ve got?” Those words had barely


    left Shawn’s mouth when the other guys tossed their money onto the table. Recalling her promise to


    make 750 thousand dors, Jessica grabbed hold of the zipper on the side of her dress and began


    pulling it downward. Everyone else returned to their seats and grabbed their drinks as they prepared


    themselves for a good show. Wham! The door was opened violently right as Jessica was about to take


    her dress off. The next thing they knew, Trevor had entered the room and pulled her zipper back up.


    “Trevor, this isn’t what it looks like! We didn’t know Jessica would be working in a ce like this!”


    Melissa exined as she ced her ss down and ran toward him. No one dared mention Jessica’sAll text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.


    name in front of Trevor throughout the past five years, and that was especially the case after her return.


    Melissa had seen what Trevor did to the Queen family, so she knew he could definitely destroy the


    Jackson family with ease if he felt like it. “I really need the money, Mr. Gulliford. Please don’t get in the


    way of my work,” Jessica said with a forced smile. He had demanded 750 thousand dors from her


    just so he could see her get humiliated, so she couldn’t understand why he would stop her halfway


    through. Everyone in the room held their breath in fear as not many in Horington dared speak to Trevor


    that way. Instead of getting mad at her, Trevor simply chuckled as he loosened his necktie and tossed


    his coat onto the couch. He then sat down and leanedzily against the couch as he patted himself on


    the thigh. “Come here.” Determined to give him a taste of his own medicine, Jessica pointed at the


    bulging pocket on her dress and asked sarcastically, “Have you got any cash, Mr. Gulliford?” She


    needed Trevor to know that he would have to pay for her services just like the rest of the customers.


    “Hmph!” Trevor snorted disdainfully as he pulled a card out of his wallet and tossed it onto the table.


    “Here’s 150 thousand dors.” “You sure are a generous one, Mr. Gulliford!” Grinning from ear to ear,


    Jessica limped toward him, sat down on hisp, and rested her head against his chest. Nuzzling in his


    embrace was something she enjoyed so much, and yet it had be nothing but a part of their


    business transaction. “Is this the best you can do to please a man? Doesn’t seem to be worth 150


    thousand dors if you ask me.”