Arm
Amanda opened the door—
Two bodyguards were dragging in Barry.
Their eyes met.
Barry instinctively looked away, guilt and shame written all over him.
A man’s pride wouldn’t let him show this kind of humiliation in front of Amanda—
Yet he had nowhere to hide.
Amanda, however, was not surprised.
This was exactly what she had anticipated.
Barry looked utterly disgraced—
His hair was a mess, his eyes red and swollen, the corner of his mouth bruised blue, with blood still seeping from torn skin.
This was the once-suave and elegant gentleman—
Now reduced to a pitiful wreck before the head of the Schmidt family, as small as an ant, as low as a dog.
For the first time in her life, Amanda saw Barry like this.
And it was deeply satisfying.
“Madam,” the two bodyguards greeted respe
