A smug expression spread across Bradley’s face.
Forcing Elizabeth to bow her head before him filled him with satisfaction.
Ignoring her protests, Bradley insisted on taking her away.
“I have to work,” Elizabeth said, her tone displeased.
Bradley sneered dismissively. It was just a low-paying job where she barely made a couple of hundred bucks a day—not even enough to cover his meal expenses—yet she clung to it so stubbornly.
Sensing his disdain, Elizabeth didn’t get angry. Instead, she calmly and firmly repeated, “I. Have. To. Work.”
Bradley grew impatient, convinced she was deliberately being difficult. Glancing at his watch, he realized time was running out. Getting her styled and out of those tacky clothes would take a significant amount of time.
He finally said, “Here’s ten thou
