Pawned To Mr. Miller

om, she knew she had no other choice but to

," she sa

e woman in front of him was. He thought she was going

tion will be to send your father to jail as he should be and charge him with first-degree theft with a sen

never had to deal with legal matters. She could not imagine that

my father..." she plead

is head, surveying Be

ond choice," he said

parkled with h

to go to jail, well I can give him some leniency..." h

d, smiling

he stole from me, but in exchange..." he st

ther since the first time I found out that it was him who stole my painting, so basically I

her feet, her

into a slave? You think I can't earn some money to pay back whatever it is

job at Dupont Communications? Public relations staff, isn't it? Let me guess, your salary for a year is probably around one hundred

ward, his face rig

e you going to pay back the four hundred million dollars

eyes almost popp

ief. She thought James was going to say he was joking or something, bu

ight now..." she mumb

Rebecca Beckett spitted out the vomit of the tuna sandwich she ate for lunch onto

g for a way. She had no other way but to relax her body and collapse onto his chest, pretending to be unconscious. B

HIS WOMAN AWAY FROM ME!" sho

ituation soon. Moments later she heard footsteps that seemed to be Tim approaching h

g it!" chirped Tim as he thre

lief, "That was so close..." she muttered. Tim just snorted, turning his face the other way because Beck

cleaning her face, which was exposed to her vomit

," answered

p breath, she fe

father?" she aske

e stole from Mr. Miller! do you think he's havin

that was stolen! Why are you being such a n

breath, he looke

ler to be one of the security guards in this mansion and

n shame. She bit her lip, wondering what to do next. "Where's

the drawer, and pulled Becky's bag out of it. Without saying much, she rushed to grab her b

Bec

top in her tracks. She turned to look at h

reath, looking a

hink, you should just let him

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