Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?
Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Tonight, Fred had been drinking heavily, and with his anger boiling over, his eyes were bloodshot as he shoved Colin aside.

"Does Mr. Gilbert even know you're using his name to throw your weight around here? Get lost!"

"Whoa!"

Colin staggered, nearly falling to the ground. By the time he steadied himself and caught up, Fred had already stormed into the dressing room.

"Ah!"

Inside, several dancers were removing their makeup and changing clothes. The sight of a man barging in sent them into a frenzy of shrieks.

Fred ignored them, his eyes scanning the room. "Where's S? Tell her to come out for a toast!"

"S?"

Instinctively, their gazes shifted toward where Sherilyn was.

Sherilyn had already removed her makeup and wasn't wearing her mask. But, quick as a flash, she put it on the moment Fred burst in, making it all the easier for him to spot her.

"Ha ha!" Fred laughed heartily as he made his way toward Sherilyn. "So, you're here!"

Sherilyn stood up straight, facing him. "Hello. Can I help you with something?"

Fred paused, taken aback. Even though he couldn't see her face, the sound of her voice and her poised figure, so close, made her stand out even more.

"S, you know, the queen of the dance owes the top patron a toast. You can't break the rules!"

Sherilyn had no objections.

But she wasn't the one calling the shots.

Colin, arriving in a hurry, positioned himself in front of her. "Mr. Miller, this is a ladies' area. Whatever it is, can we talk outside, please?"

Fred's rage peaked in an instant. He grabbed Colin by the shoulder and jerked him away. "Fuck off! Don't push your luck. Do you believe I'll trash this place tonight?" With that, he reached for Sherilyn. His hand clasped around her slender wrist.

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The instant their skin touched, a wicked glint appeared in Fred's eyes. The smoothness of her skin let him know what true delicacy felt like.

"Come with me!"

His grip tightened as he pulled Sherilyn along.

"No! No!" Yet, Sherilyn lost control. "Don't touch me!"

She struggled desperately.

Fred was stunned, then turned to glare at her. "How dare you yell at me like that?"

"I told you to let go!"

Sherilyn's eyes reddened, her body shaking, but she refused to leave with him.

In the struggle, she fell to the ground.

Fred, increasingly infuriated and feeling humiliated, continued to drag Sherilyn out.

"I won't let go! You're coming with me, whether you like it or not!"

"Ah..."

He dragged her like she was nothing more than an object, with Sherilyn crying and begging, "Let go! Let go!" Everyone around was shocked into silence.

"Colin! Do something, quick!"

"Ah!"

Colin hadn't expected things to escalate like this. "I'm calling security! Right away! Hang in there, Sherilyn!"

"What do we do? Should we help?"

"But Mr. Miller is not someone to mess with."

"Look at him. If we get involved, we could get hurt too!"

Sherilyn sobbed, her hand numb from being dragged, her body tense, and her breathing becoming increasingly difficult.

"Uh-"

"Look! Something's wrong with her!"