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Chapter 44

Quinn had little to take with her. She left behind the material possessions that Alexander had lavished upon her without a second thought. With a simple suitcase in hand, she stepped out of the grand entrance of the villa.

She cast a final glance at the home she had shared with Alexander for the past three years. Then, without looking back, she walked away.

Lost and unsure of where to go, she wandered aimlessly along the road outside the villa, enveloped by the darkness of the night.

He gave me two weeks, she thought to herself. What is he trying to prove?

Is he trying to show me that I can’t live without him?” she pondered.

Penniless and without a destination, Quinn found herself in the exact predicament Alexander had predicted. Without him, she was homeless.

She didn’t know how long she walked, but as the night deepened and the temperature dropped, she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the cold.

Eventually, she found herself at a well-lit underpass that sheltered several people. They had each claimed a spot for themselves, each engrossed in their own world.

After a moment’s hesitation, Quinn chose a spot farther away from them. She crouched down, hugging her suitcase against the cold, hard wall.

The people seemed to sense her presence, casting curious glances in her direction. Quinn curled up

tighter, avoiding their gazes.

Those who sought shelter under the bridge were usually the destitute homeless, migrant workers trying to save a penny, or idle gangsters. Among them were two such gangsters, better dressed than the rest, each with a mobile phone in hand.

The two gangsters approached Quinn, whistling in her direction. “Hey, sweetheart, what’s a lone girl like you doing around here?” they asked.

Clutching her suitcase, Quinn kept her head down, trying her best to ignore them.

The men squatted down, one on each side of her. She was immediately hit by the strong odor of cigarettes and the stench of unwashed sweat. Their bad breath was palpable as they spoke,

“Come on, we’re not the bad guys here. How about a little chat, huh?”

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Yeah, you seem decently dresses, not like someone who be living at an underpass like us.”

The two of them crowded her, squeezing het space softightly that Quinn started to struggle for breath. She abruptly stood, attempting to leave, but one of the gangsters yanked her back,

Quinn lost bet balance and fell onto the ground.

“We already said we’re not bad guys. Why are you running off? Say something, demanded the one on the left, even daring to put a hand on her shoulder.

Her hot pounded in her chest, and Quinn telt a cold sweat break on her palms.

“Why so silent? You’re not a dummy, are you?”

The gangsters chuckled and reached out to touch her face, but Quinn turned her head away, dodging the touch. The man meant to be playful but was surprised by her reaction.

“Are you really a dummy 2

Quinn clenched her teeth, looking up at the gangster with a pale face that was suddenly illuminated by the light.

Surprise flickered in the gangster’s eyes. They were taken aback by such a pretty woman coming to stay at such a place as they did.

The two exchanged a glance, their intentions clear without a word.

Since she’s a dummy, this will be easy, they thought to themselves.

Sweetheart, it’s so cold here, the first one coaxed, “let’s get you to a hotel.”

“Yeah, hotels are good. They are nice and warm, chimed in the other one.

The two of them, in sync, were pulling her arm, trying to lead her out of the underpass. But Quinn was no fool. She knew these guys were up to no good and began to resist.

Seeing her struggle yet remain silent, the gangsters were convinced she was a dummy. That

emboldened them to drag her even more recklessly toward the darker areas,

When Quinn realized she couldn’t break free, panic set in, and she sank her teeth into one of the

gangster’s arms.

Hissing in pain, he let her go. But as Quinn tried to escape, the other one pulled her back, twisting her

wrist behind her, immobilizing her.

The bitten gangster grimaced in pain, rubbing the sore spot, then roughly grabbed Quinn by the cheeks.

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“Truly a dummy, huh?”The gangster laughed heartily as he pinched her cheeks hard, his other hand

prying her jaw open.

“Bite me, will you? Come on, why aren’t you biting now?”

Chapter Comments

Taryn Cook

is she gonna head back to that mom & pop shop?

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ye