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 ns 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!”


    “Let go?” The girl sneered, herughter dark and menacing. “Scared now? Tooter Let’s see how I


    can end you!”


    But Sherilyn wasn’t about to just stand there and take it. She fought back, grabbing at the girl’s


    hands.


    “You dare fight back? Didn’t your mother ever teach you any shame?”


    The room became a whirlwind of scuffling and grappling. Colin, caught in the chaos, didn’t know


    what to do.


    “Stop it! Ms. Smith, if Mr. Smith finds out about this..”


    “I don’t care!” The girl was fearless in her fury. “Even if I killed her, do you think my dad would


    disown me over a dancer? Ridiculous!”


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


    apart!”


    “Right!” The other women stepped in, trying to separate thebatants. But this only seemed to


    infuriate Ms. Smith further.


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    Panting and red–eyed, she hissed, “Oh, you’ve got backup, huh? Fine! Don’t me me for getting


    rough then!”


    In a desperate move, she clutched Sherilyn’s neck, tightening her grip.


    Sherilyn’s breath stalled, her airway constricted… the world started to dim, her mind racing yet


    fading…


    She realized, Ms. Smith was truly lost to madness, intent on killing her.


    No, she couldn’t die. “Jenna, Jenna…”


    Was there no one to save her?


    As darkness encroached, Sherilyn’s eyes began to close, Ms. Smith’s maniacalughter ringing in


    her ears.


    “Going to die, huh? Just die already! Want an easy life by clinging to my dad? Dream on. Every


    penny he spends on you should be mine!”


    The voice sounded so distant. Sherilyn believed her end was near.


    “Stop it!”


    Just when she had resigned herself to her fate, a familiar figure burst through the chaos.


    Tall and imposing, he appeared like a guardian angel.


    Gilbert’s face was a storm of fury.


    With an easy but firm grip, he caught Ms. Smith’s wrist, causing her to release her hold with a cry of


    pain.


    “Cough, cough!” The sudden release allowed air to rush back into Sherilyn’s lungs. Coughing and


    gasping, she copsed, weakened from the ordeal.


    “Sherilyn!” Gilbert’s eyes darkened, stormy with protective fury. He scooped her into his arms,


    pressing her close.


    Gently tapping her face, he asked, “How are you feeling?”


    Sherilyn could only shake her head weakly, words lost to he