yne's body. "Enough with the empty talk. I've waste

Meanwhile, Beatrice maintained her cold expression. Did her father think she had money to spare?

xorbitant interest. These loan shark thugs should have been wiped of

. Occasionally, a whimper escaped and reached the girl's ears. Perhaps due to her frustration and disa

if there was a continuation of the drama where Beatrice scolded him.

d her bag back, which had been on her shoulder the whole time. This scen

eatrice fir

I'm sure my daughter is

ice continued t

g. However, he couldn't stay there for too long. He acted swiftly, snatching t

lared, unwilling

ks, some stationery, and a jacket. He didn't care. Seeing tha

, he grabbed Beatrice's face tightly. "You... I'll

t's not my debt. Take this old man with

Sam

he was now staring at so intently. The pitch-black gaze, which turned out to be even more b

girl himself, without anyone else knowing

is lips uttered these words in front of Beatrice. He wanted to think more, but time was running out. "Consider this debt as

er

ed him. Making a small cut on the corner of the girl's lip wouldn't be difficult for him, but Sam refrai

inful gaze. Though Beatrice's heart was filled with anxiety, she tried not to care. She directed her anger, wh

intercepted by the thugs again. Beatrice didn't have that much money. She also refused to believe th

y left after Beatrice insisted on not paying her father's d

e threat beca

tch without being able to help. No matter how much Beatrice cursed, screamed for help, and

s was th

anger she had. Beatrice herself didn't know what time it was now. A sense of drowsiness began to overwhelm her.

e room door swung wide open. Bright light from outside flooded in, making Beatrice squint. She immediately got up from

sed

clenched tightly, ready to strike the man's

mirk. He took a step closer, causing Beatrice to take a fe

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rice with a strong grip. She was like a priso

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