Suddenly, a cup of alcohol was poured over my head.
Then I was shoved to the ground. Those rich heirs vented their anger on me, beating and kicking me.
“You should be grateful Mr. Lynton chose to be with such a hideous and broke old woman like you! It was probably a blessing you earned in your past life. Who gave you the nerve to dump him?”
“Let’s be real. Mr. Lynton has long been engaged to Ms. Holden. To him, you’re only practice before marriage.”
“You’re as thin as a ghost. Even hitting you feels weird! How did Mr. Lynton ever take a liking to you?”
I curled into a ball, hugging my head.
They kicked over the table, and countless glass shards cut me. My back was full of wounds, blood pooling on the floor.
Samson tightened his arm around Sarah.
Sarah leaned into his embrace. Hearing my screams, her lips curled in twisted pleasure. “Feeling sorry for her now?”
“As if. I’m afraid of sullying your eyes.”
Samson rose and walked toward me. The other rich heirs immediately stepped back.
He grasped my chin so tightly it felt like he could crush my bones.
I was so numb by the pain that I mumbled incoherently through sobs, “B–Baby, it hurts so much…”
“Serves you right,” he sneered. Gone was the tenderness I used to know in his eyes.
Samson poured a full glass of whiskey.
“Drink it, and I’ll let you off the hook.”
His voice was calm and clear. The blood in my veins instantly turned cold.
Even if he didn’t know about my stomach cancer, he knew I was allergic to alcohol.
When we attended any business dinners in the past, he’d drink in my place all the time. Even if drinking made him sick, he’d still hold me close and reassure me.
He’d say, “It’s fine. I’m young and will recover fast. I just couldn’t bear to see you
suffer.”
“Was that not enough? Then, 2,000 dollars for one glass. How about that?” Samson’s voice snapped me back to reali-
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I stifled the throbbing pain in my stomach and chest and forced a smile.
“Alright.”
That 2,000 dollars was enough for me to make some arrangements after I’m gone.
Without hesitation, I downed the glass.
“You’re insane!”
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He realized what was happening and quickly reached over to swat the glass away. But he was too late, I had already finished it.
His eyes were bloodshot as he slapped me hard. My forehead hit the corner of the table and blood flowed instantly.
“Stacy, is your life worth nothing to you that you’d trade your life for money?”
I didn’t answer. I just reached out my hand that was covered by a rash.
“Cut the nonsense. Give me my 2,000 dollars.”
He glared at me intently, irritably lit a cigarette, and spat, “Okay, okay, okay!
“Call your manager.”
My manager, David Moore, came quickly, a flattering smile plastered on his face.
“How can I help you, Mr. Lynton?”
“Make sure she’s completely blacklisted.
“Also, hand over her pay from the past few days.”
Samson took the money from David and fished out a wad of cash from his wallet. I reached for it, but he pushed me aside.
He walked to the stair railing, and scattered the bills down into the dance floor below.
“No!”
I screamed at the top of my lungs, scrambling forward.
But suddenly, my stomach clenched in pain. My vision darkened, and I tumbled down the stairs.
The club patrons on the dance floor cheered and bent down to pick up
the
money.
I lay on the ground, too weak even to get up.
Suddenly, Samson’s leather shoe appeared in my line of sight, stopping just before me.
“This club belongs to the Lynton family.
“Just the thought of my money going to a filthy gold digger makes me sick!”
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Then Samson coldly ordered his bodyguards, “Throw this trash out.
“Don’t let her die on my turf and stink up the place.”
The bodyguards hurled me onto the sidewalk outside. When I hit the ground, I lost consciousness instantly.
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