It turned out there was another man in the room.
As Niamh lay unconscious on the floor, the man sneered, "She’s quite a beauty. Take her to the club too. She’ll make big money."
Luna’s eyes widened in shock. She grabbed the man’s arm. "You can’t touch her! She’s Mr. Wakefield’s girlfriend! Mr. Wakefield won’t let you get away with it!"
The man hesitated for a moment but then slapped Luna hard. His eyes gleamed with cruelty. "You think I’m a moron? If you knew Wakefield’s gal, why would you owe us a f*****g mil?"
Luna’s head hit the floor heavily, and she passed out. In the end, both she and the unconscious Niamh were carried out of the apartment.
At noon, Simon stood in front of a well-set table. On it was a fresh Australian lobster, a serving of caviar, braised veal shank in red wine
