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.

to be a barmaid here? Are you really willing to do that?"

thought that Brian wanted Arlene to have sex with him whenever he wished.Then

not that

just wanted to

this woman would be, the happier

entangled her fingers with

to take special care of her, do I?" Brian said

a cigarette and

before Anna led her into a

customers here.If they are unhappy, you

sharply, though she believed that her words were unnecessary

for a social butterfly like her to smile and drink

thought it was

Even in the club too,

a long time.Have a good time today.I'm sure you'll be

Ayla

new here? She is pretty, but I don't know if she'll be

hand on her cheek

that and left the

lower lip,

alcohol coming from the man made her stomach churn

"Get me some wine,"

put his glass on the table and

up the wine bottle and filled the glass

handed it back to

ordered

"I...I do not drink."

the glass

She couldn't drink it.

she consumed alcohol, she'd

that! You just don't want

front of her mouth and forced

glass in his hand to be thrown away to

the wine spilled all

a bitch! How dare you refuse to drink? It's your honor that I'm letting you drink with me.You're a shameless, pathetic

those words, he slapped her hard

the corner of Ayla's mouth as

"Drink it!"

her a whole bottle of wine and poured it directly into her

even get the chance to

ran

strong wine made her feel

than half bottle of wine was poured into her mouth, while

as you stay with

to

kind of wine

voice suddenly turned

at different kinds of wine on the

and she felt nauseous

touch all over

man beside her was touching her and a

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

the man's hand

is no woman here that I

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