ades hard against the velvet wallpaper of the hallway,
is long, powerful legs moved s
hey passed each other, Ethelbert shi
ushed against the fabric of her trenche through her body. Her brain instantly flashed back to two years ago, to
pattern on the floor. She praye
king at her. He treated her lik
all, polite nod. But Ardella saw the c
g, desperate to escape the hallway that was
voice echoed from the other end of the hall. It
suck up to Ethelbert. "Mr. Stone! Sorry y
cks. A layer of cold swe
ing. His deep, cello-like voi
ert asked. His tone
s back. He laughed and said it was just the pat
nd on her back. It felt like a physical
d the leather handles of her Hermes
ked if Ethelbert knew the notor
silent. The air was
bert let out a low, quiet laugh.
oice dripping with absolute
cold knives plunging stra
earing him deny her existence so brutally still ca
that a low-class gold digger w
ether. She forced the burnin
tened her spine, lifted her chin, an
ed inside and started hitting thehut, she looked through the narro
eyes now. There was only a bottomless, dar
ld metal wall of the elevator. She gasped for air, her
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