Chapter 147-2
Not A Small-Town Girl
Hope had been waiting in the private room fora while. It had been five minutes past the appointed time, but Audrey still didnât arrive. âCould she be playing me for a fool? she thought.
Just as Hope took out her phone to contact Audrey, the door of the private room was pushed open. Several men who lookert like bulies walked in
Befoni Hope could spook, the man with yellow hair and tatoos all over his body showed a greedy look and asked, "Are you Hope?"
"Who are you? donât know you. I have an appointment. Please leave Before the Pill family went bankrupt, Hope always had bodyguards when she went out. She had never been in contact with such bullies. Hope gathered the courage to talk to thèse bullies.
Did you bring it? The yellow-haired man looked at Hope all over. This girl is really beautful. This daal is mally goodf he thought
The thugs in the private room looked at Hope with undisguised ayes, which made her very uncomfortable and flustered
At that moment, even if Hope was stupid, she know that these people were called by Audrey. We were good friends. But Audrey ordered these bulles here. So be it, she thought
Did Audrey ask you here? You give me the money first, and I give you the thing" she said.
The bullies were confused. What money? The employer didnât say we should give this woman money thay thought.
I canât see the money, you want got what you want either. I called the police before I came here. I donât go back in half an hour, the police will be
Hope threatened the bullies, hoping to scare them away
Hearing her words, the bullies looked at each other and laughed. "Okay, then letâs see if the police will come in half an hour. Guys, take her phorle and let her see how powerful we are.
"Stop! I mally called the police Seeing the thugs approaching her, Hope was mally scared, and her voice trembled
The yellow-nairest man stepped forward and siapped Hope in the face. He said fiercely, "Youâre asking for Everyone, strip nor clothes off
Hope was so tightened that tears streamed down her face. She pleaded constantly "Donât Let me go. I wonât call the police, pleas
But obviously the billies ignored Hopeâs pleas
Hopeâs clothes had been torn to shreds, but she kapt protecting herself. A group of people surrounded her so she couldnât run away
The yellow-haired man picked up the wine thom the table and poured it directly into Hopeâs mouth, while others laughed and whistled
Hope shook her head constantly, Being forced to drins a large glass of wine, she coughad violently.
"She is still glaring at you, a man said
Hearing this, the yellow-haired man siapped Hope again. He said, "Bitch, you glare at me? How dare your