The Runaway Groom

Chapter 472

James's eyes widened, and his face soon contorted and flushed in anger.

"Erin Gooding! What do you think you're doing?!’

Erin was sitting on a chair nearby, leisurely eating some Shine Muscat while glancing at him sideways. "What's all the fuss for?

It's just your clothes. You still have your underwear on, but don't expect it to stay that way if you don't cooperate.”

James was speechless.

What was she playing at?!

"Let me go right now!" he snapped.

Erin, however, was not afraid at all, and allowed him to fume as much as he wanted, even blinking her eyes innocently at him.

"You're all tied up. I can leave you here to starve you to death, but you're still ordering me around? Are you really sober?"

James could not say anything against that.

He did not want to admit it, but it was harsh reality.

Seeing that I'm a good friend of your brother, could you show

somehow agreed to it

delighted. "Alright, then untie me,

walked up to his bed, but suddenly stopped at the edge, watching him as she asked, "Where

a moment, but

that. "You're Isaac Jefferson's lapdog-there’s no way you wouldn't know. And don't

did not know what to say just then, and wondered how that little brat

James insisted-he knew that he should not admit it even if he knew, or she would bother him to

I can't help you.” Erin shrugged

and

all Minervans, and appeared thuggish

then, James tried to stay calm as he

acquired a taste for good-looking men, especially Zidonians. So I'm offering you to them-don't worry, they will give you some

on that last part to

young, even

his rage, and said, “Tell them

was getting what she wanted, she gave the men

take

on my own. And we didn't have to go through all

naive to believe him so

restrained himself even as she moved to