I've Been There Before

Grace stood still while staring at the check.

“What? You don’t want to?” Walter sneered.

“Come on, Mr. He, after all, she was once the most proud noble lady in S City.” Walter’s companions tried to dissuade him, though it sounded more like a kind of mockery.

“Proud and noble?” Walter sneer. He lit up a cigarette and squinted at Grace, “But look at her. How awful she is now!”

Gloria regretted so much.

She had never expected that there was once a grudge between Grace and those playboys. If she had known about it earlier, she would never have brought Grace here to let her bear all kinds of humiliation.

Grace looked around those familiar faces, who were all once her old friends, but she felt them so distant and strange.

So did her old friends. They could not even recognize her at the first sight.

“Grace, do you have fun staying in the prison?”

Suddenly, a man sitting on the sofa provoked.

Grace’s heart skipped a beat. She suddenly noticed that that guy was once one of her best friends, who always stayed up late, played video games and shared all kinds of fun with her.

“Quinn...”

“No, please don’t address me with my real name,” Quinn waved his hands to deny, “I don’t want to be a friend of a murderer.”

Grace’s body suddenly shivered. She felt dizzy the next second, with the voice of Quinn lingering around her ears.

so shocked to hear

knew Grace was a prisoner, but she had

could Grace, a seemingly stupid girl, have ever committed

you need money,” Quinn took out a stack of cash from his wallet, with the amount of approximately thirty thousand dollars. He threw it out the table, “Here are the tips for your later show of slapping your

kept

as what Quinn did, they all just sat aside to observe, waiting for her

you going to refuse? Think about it, you need that money. I don’t know exactly what kind of urgent thing you have encountered,

really regretted

there were a chance, she would never

He, be lenient wherever it is

pet kept by the real boss of the Royal Club. We talk to you

her, “Grace, your pride or five hundred thousand dollars, make a

he let out a wry smile, which pierce the weakness of Grace,

livid, but she

been planning for the follow-up

need to offend all

the sake of my real boss, how about just let her go.”

and shouted, “I said you are

mad, “Walter, it has nothing to do with Gloria! How could you

noble lady back then? Let me remind you

Walter slapped again on Gloria’s

her again. Grace, who the hell do you think you are? How dare you meddle

“Don’t slap her!”

show her mercy,” Walter laughed sickly, “I will not hit her again as long as you kneel down in front of