"Frank..."

Even as the men tore at Winter's clothes, her eyes lit up in excitement as she watched the door being kicked wide open.

But it was a tanned man with a mean glare, looking around in his thirties, who stood there.

There were more men behind him filing into the room, clearly having helped the man kick the door open.

"Hmph." Ivor Bearson snorted. "You scumbags couldn't wait for the rest of us?"

"Oh... I'm so sorry, Mr. Bearson!"

Sunny promptly flashed a fawning smile, at once standing at attention.

Dean let go of Winter too and moved to stand alongside Jarek like obedient children.

"It's not Frank..."

gnawing disappointment inside her, but she soon realized that she always thought

too

her senses, however, Ivor was in front of him, grinning sleazily as he lifted her

girls these years really

for you, picking Riverton

"Hahaha..."

laughed as everyone around him flattered him, while

brother is a friend of the Turnbulls.

outburst left the room silent, with

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