Ayla clenched her phone tightly.She couldn't answer it in front of Brian, nor could she keep the phone with her.

‘'I'm sorry, Toby, ‘' she apologized silently in her heart.

Before Brian could understand what she was about to do, she threw the phone towards the wall.

It crashed on the wall and fell on the cold marble floor.

The phone stopped ringing at once.

She had broken the phone! Along with their relationship! She stared at the broken phone with teary eyes.She had no other choice.

"Good."

Brain then turned to his subordinates.He waved his hand dismissively.

"Let him go."

Ayla asked Clayton with a wavering voice, "Dad, are you okay?"

"What do you think? Do I look okay to you? If you hadn't run away, I wouldn't have ended up like this!" Clayton snapped sharply.

"Dad, let me take you to the hospital!"

Ayla walked up to him to help him up, but Clayton pushed her away.He glanced at Brian and denied her immediately, "No, I don't want to go to hospital.You don't have to do anything for me.You've already done enough.I won't die, so just leave me."

It was his great fortune that he was still alive.

Brian pulled Ayla back towards him and ordered Jaime, "Jaime, ask someone to take him to the hospital."

Jaime obliged immediately.

He and the other men left the room taking Clayton with them.Then there were only Brian and Ayla left in the room.

"Mr.Clark, thank you for letting my father go," she mumbled to him, looking downward.

"I won't let him go so easily in the future.You should be careful about my warning, otherwise you can't even imagine the dire consequences that you'll have to face."

Brian let her arm go then walked back to the sofa and sat down.

"From today on, you will stay here."

Ayla looked at him stupefied.Did he want her to be a barmaid here?

 "Mr.Clark, why do you want me to stay here?" Ayla was scared.

She knew that she had to pay the price for her escape, but she didn't know what cruel way he'd punish her.

"Aren't you good at serving men?"

Brian taunted her.

"If you want to repay the money your father owed me, you'll have to work here.Otherwise, there's no other way you can do that."

Ayla couldn't help but just accept his decision.

After that, he called Anna and asked her to arrange for Ayla to start to work tonight.

Anna nodded then went and sat down beside Brian.

be a barmaid here? Are you really willing to do

to have sex with him whenever he wished.Then

that important,"Brian

to vent

humiliated this woman would be,

fingers with his and leaned

means, I don't need to take special care of her,

lit a cigarette

changed into a tight barmaid dress before Anna led

take good care of the customers here.If they are

her sharply, though she believed that her words were unnecessary for a

drink with

it

did Arlene keep pretending her innocence everywhere? Even in the club too,

time.Have

pushed Ayla

here? She is pretty, but I

put his hand on her cheek and

seeing that and left the

on her lower

coming from the man made

"Get me some wine,"

glass on the table and said to

picked up the wine

back to him.But Mr.Hamilton didn't

ordered her, "Drink

"I...I do not drink."

at the glass of

She couldn't drink it.

she'd end up falling sick

that! You just don't want to drink with me.Isn't

her chin, held the glass in front of her mouth and forced her to drink

glass in his hand to be thrown away to

and the wine

you refuse to drink? It's your honor that I'm letting you drink with me.You're a

he

of Ayla's mouth as she was pushed to the other side of the

"Drink it!"

time, Mr.Hamilton gave her a whole bottle of wine and poured it directly

even get

burned as the wine ran past her

made

was poured into her mouth,

you stay with me, I will make you drink all kinds of good

to him once she

which kind of wine do you

voice suddenly turned less

kinds of wine

felt her stomach twisting and she felt

touch all over

touching her and a sense

"Don't...Don't touch me!"

the man's hand

woman here that I can't

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