Chapter 100

With a resounding slap, Jasmine struck Glen sharply across the face.

"Don't you forget, I'm Jasmine Smith, not one of your club's entertainers!" she declared, her tone icy and piercing. "Touch me again, and you'll regret it!"

She lifted her chin defiantly, preparing to step out of the car, but Glen grabbed her hair and hurled her back to the other side of the vehicle.

"Motherfucker!” he snarled. “You think you can act arrogant under my watch? This isn't Centropolis; this is Mirage! Even the Smiths can't push the local tyrant here! Driver, start the car! Shake off those following us!"

The sleek Pagani sports car sped away. He quickly lost the Smiths' bodyguards in its wake and disappeared from their sight.

"Jasmine, you've got only one choice now—stick with me," Glen said, his laugh sinister.

Disheveled and defiant, Jasmine spat at him and snapped, "Bah! Dream on! A man with limited vision like you isn't worthy of me!"

"Well, today this lowly man is going to claim you for