Chapter 15
reston’s tactics pushed Georgia to her breaking point.
What he didn’t admit, even to himself, was that buried beneath his cruelty lay a secret desire for the proud woman she
used to be
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In days past, she had declared with fire, “If Giselle becomes your mate, I walk away from you.” Now, she was a shadow of herself–groveling, apologizing, stripped of dignity.
He was blind to the truth behind his ruthless games: he was the one who reshaped her.
He justified his cruelty by convincing himself she deserved it–because she killed Giselle.
Charlotte caught Preston’s words this time, clear as a bell: the order to send Georgia to the Public Relations Department.
At Vetro Club, the PR Department’s main task was managing the girls
Charlotte cast a worried glance at Georgia’s ghostly pale face. Something strange was happening between these two, something she had never seen before from Preston.
To him, Vetro Club was just a small venture, nothing personal.
“Georgia, come with me,” Charlotte said firmly.
Suddenly, Georgia lifted her head, eyes pleading toward Preston. “No, I don’t want that.”
“I don’t want to work in the Public Relations Department, Mr. Hill,” she begged desperately. “I know I was wrong. Please, just let me go. I’ve already paid my dues–three years in prison. Please give me back my bank card, and I swear I’ll disappear. I won’t ever make you see me again.”
Her voice trembled, her desperation raw. She failed to notice the flicker of surprise in Charlotte’s eyes when she mentioned. her time behind bars.
Charlotte had joined the Dark Spike Pack only two years ago; she knew nothing of Georgia’s past.
Preston’s eyes narrowed dangerously. She still thinks she can run?”
Using a mental command, Preston sent an order to one of his subordinates.
Moments later, a knock sounded at the door. Preston’s aide entered, holding out a card.
Preston crouched slowly, fingers poised delicately around the bank card. “All the money in this account has just been transferred,” he said coolly.
Georgia stared at the card, then back at Preston, confusion flickering in her eyes.
“You want me to let you go, right?” he asked quietly.
She blinked, stunned, but nodded immediately.
“Do you think I’m a good person?” Preston’s voice dripped with sarcasm.
She said nothing
“No, I’m not. So why would I just let you walk away?” He chuckled darkly.
His gaze was casual but predatory–he toyed with her like a cat with a mouse, a wicked smile curling his lips.
“Georgia, there’s no money on this card now. If you can make a million dollars..” He waved the card between them, “I’ll let you go.”
Despair swept over Georgia. He never intended to set me free. One million dollars is an impossible mountain.
Did Preston even care about the money himself?
Suddenly, everything clicked.
Preston’s eyes gleamed as he watched her internal struggle, lips twitching with amusement. Trying to escape? Dream on.”
Chapter 15
He rose smoothly, tossing the bank card at her.
“Georgia, I don’t care what methods you use. When this card holds a million dollars, you’re free. Until then, don’t even think about running. As long as you breathe, I’ll find you.”
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“Mr. Hill, that’s impossible!” Georgia pleaded. “How could I ever earn a million dollars?”
Preston turned to her, cold and commanding. “Charlotte will take you to the Public Relations Department. As a call girl, you’ll sell everything you have. Our rich clientele have all kinds of unusual tastes–you’ll find out soon enough.”
With that, Preston strode away. Georgia’s hollow gaze followed his tall, lean silhouette until it vanished.
Charlotte’s heart ached at the sight of Georgia’s pale, broken face.
“How did you offend Mr. Hill?” she asked softly.
Georgia looked back at Charlotte, a bitter smile fleeting across her lips. Charlotte noticed a fresh bite mark bleeding on Georgia’s mouth.
“Are you okay?” Charlotte asked, concern flooding her voice.
I’m fine.” Georgia straightened painfully, barely able to stand.
Charlotte reached out to help, but Georgia shook her head and smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Charlotte.”
“Are you sure?” Charlotte didn’t believe her.
Georgia only shook her head and said again, “I’m fine.”
Watching Georgia struggle forward, Charlotte’s eyes sharpened, noting something odd.
“Are your legs numb from crouching?” she asked.
Georgia hesitated, then gave in. Lifting her shirt, she showed Charlotte her side.
Charlotte’s breath caught, her eyes wide with horror.
“Oh…” she whispered, covering her mouth in shock and disbelie
