Chapter 263 Don’t Go Too Far
Damn! He is such a beast!
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Can’t he see the girl is unwilling? How can he force a girl into prostitution?!
“No. I have a boyfriend. Please show me some respect. You can’t do whatever you want with money.”
Meow says firmly.
There is more appreciation in the way I look at her now. I used to think that pole-dancing girls usually
frivolous, but now my opinion on them has changed because of Meow.
“Yes, you’re right. But it’s easy to buy you a night.” Frances says quietly.
His words exactly disclose how possessive he is.
Ha!
I chuckle and look towards Frances angrily.
He’s always been such a kind of man, only caring he himself is happy or not but ignoring others’
feelings.
Knowing this, I have no way not to worry about Meow.
“Why not? God bless you that you are chosen by Mr Louis. Just go to him.” someone in the crowd
pushes Meow into Frances’s arms.
Meow’s eyes well up with tears. Looking at the insistent crowd, she suddenly breaks the ss on the
table and pick up a shard against her neck.
“I’ll die in front of you if you push me again!”
She can’t stop trembling. And I don’t know it’s because of fear or anger.
I really can’t stand it anymore.
That’s going too far!
Frances stands on his feet, looking at Meow with a condescending attitude, and says coldly, “Do not
just say it.”
She is shocked at first, and then her hands are shaking more wildly. The resolution takes ce of the
hesitation in her eyes.
I’m really afraid she’ll do something stupid if let it be.
Oh god! He’s gone too far. No one could bear it!
“Frances, don’t go that far!”
It’s toote when I realize that it’s too impulsive to stand out.
I take a step out, right in Frances’s sight.
Some people upstairs who have seen me before immediately recognize me, and all of them turn their
sight at Frances with aplicated look.
Separated by a short distance, France and I gaze at each other silently.
The look in his eyes is dark and deep and his expression is as indifferent as it could be. I can’t guess
his feelings at the moment, nor did I want to.
Either way, I am already standing in front of him, no way returning back.
After a long while, Frances slowly spits out a word.
“Jane.” His voice sounds dry and wavered. Probably he drinks too much.
Before this he has kept drinking while others were talking, and he probably drank about seven or eight
sses.
I just keep looking up at him, not knowing whether to say hello or go up to him and beat him badly for
my dead child.
Just one moment of wandering, Frances is out of my sight.
And when Ie back to my senses, his tall figure has been standing in the near front of me.
“I can’t believe you shoulde back?” he sneers and says condescendingly.
I’m not in the mood to smile when faced with him. There is only hatred in my heart.
If it’s not for the brutal thing he did to my child, how would Ie back?
“Don’t you know the reason Ie back?” I snort and ask him in return.
He says nothing, with his deep eyes staring at me.
Suddenly, he grabs my hand and takes me out.