Chapter 170


    The raspy-voiced man kicked Allen hard, grabbing a whiskey bottle and pressing it against his


    forehead. “You moron, you think you can fool Lloyd like that? Mrs. Ferguson? Bullshit! Mr. Ferguson


    is out there buying tampons for his new chick, and you expect him to cover your gambling debts for


    his ex-wife’s uncle?”


    Caught off guard, Allen fell on his butt, scrambling to get in front of the man in charge.. “Lloyd,


    Lloyd! I swear I’m not pulling your leg. She is Bryant’s wife. Didn’t you see my wife’s hospital room


    when you guys went to the hospital that day? If Bryant wasn’t looking out for her, could my wife


    have stayed in the BlessedCare Medical Facility?”


    I red at him furiously. “Allen! You ungrateful jerk, do you think I would’ve begged Bryant for that


    hospital room if not for my aunt? And how, you’re using this to screw me over?”


    Allen ignored me, clinging to Lloyd’s legs. “Lloyd, even at its worst, an elephant is still bigger than a


    rabbit. Even if she’s divorced Bryant, wouldn’t he give her some money? Ten million is nothing to


    her!”


    Ten million? This deadbeat had the nerve to run up such a gigantic gambling debt.


    I was furious. “Have you no shame? I didn’t get a dime from the divorce, not a dime!”


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    “Jane…” Allen crawled back, his smile slimy. “Do me this favor, just ten million. I’ll t good care of


    your aunt after.”


    “No way.” I tly refused.


    After all, my aunt was about to divorce him, and here he was, shamelessly pleading


    Allen instantly burst into tears. “You heartless bitch, have you forgotten who took c you when you


    were little? Without me, you’d be dead! Now that I’m in desperate stral can’t you help me?”


    Lloyd put down his whiskey ss, lit a cigarette, and waved his hand, and the raspy-voiced man


    dragged Allen aside.


    Lloyd walked over in crocodile leather shoes, stopping before me and looking down. “M Webster,


    right? I won’t make things hard for you. Pay up, and we’ll call it even. Otherwise your uncle’s hands


    won’t stay attached to him much longer.”


    “Just chop them off, both of them, so he can never gamble again!” I spat out angrily.


    Domestic violence, cheating, gambling, drug abuse, any of these alone would be more than enough


    to condemn someone, let alone cripple them.


    “Tsk!” Lloyd clicked his


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    tongue, stepped on my wrist, and ground it underfoot. “Didn’t


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    expect such a feisty spirit from a youngdy like you.”


    “Anyway, I don’t have the money, so forget about it!” I endured the pain of my wrist ground. between


    the cement floor and his shoe, gritting my teeth.


    “Fine, I want to see how long you, pampered and delicate Pain of my 1


    by Bryant, canst.” As he spoke viciously, he moved his foot to my face. It reminded me of my


    childhood, plunging me into a chilling fear.


    As Lloyd’s foot pressed down, a convoy of luxury cars sped up, the lead vehicle swerving to a halt


    at the entrance, dust flying everywhere.


    In RiverCity, only a handful of families could afford such a fleet of sports cars.


    Lloyd’s face turned pale, ring at the raspy-voiced man. “Didn’t you say she was divorced from


    Bryant? Who the hell would make such a big fuss for an ex-wife!”


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