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Cattleya calmly surveyed the area, drawing a mind map, assessing the situation. Scarlett was held captive by Roxanna who was backed by seven of the gang members... or so the woman thought.
Far back, another three members of Les Rouges drew out their guns, pointing it down at her bodyguards who were tied up. It seemed that they were ready to shoot them at the command of their leader.
She tsked. All so predictable.
Roxanna snapped, applying pressure to the blade. Just a little more force and she would break Scarlett’s skin, “So, what are you waiting for? Beg, Cattleya! It’s as simple as that.”
Through wary eyes, Scarlett pleadingly looked at the billionairess. The heiress looked nothing but impassive right now. She knew that she would never beg. Why would she? For Cattleya
