She went straight to the room of those who had bullied her the previous night.
The leader was called Tg. He was only thirty-five, but he looked more like fifty due to rough living. Despite his dark skin, he was still quite handsome in a rugged way.
That night, when he let her go, he’d told her that as long as she didn’t call the cops, she could come to him for help in the future.
As Evelyn pushed the door open, she saw Tg with a cigar clamped between his teeth, his expression fierce and menacing—it was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.
He was the boss of this place. Anyone who caused trouble here would be beaten ruthlessly by him. If a woman didn’t obey, he’d drag her straight to bed—there was nothing he wouldn’t do.
At his feet, a young girl knelt, trembling violently.
“Wel
