“You're lying. If this dress was already reserved, it wouldn’t have been on the model. I know what this is. You just want to sell it to her.The store manager took in a deep breath and repeated more firmly to Gemma, “I already said it was an error on my part. Miss Miller, please take off the dress quickly. We won't be able to sell it if it gets dirty.”Luna glanced at Rhea who had a self-satisfied smirk on her face.If only Luna didn’t look so good in the dress, maybe Rhea would have let it go. But Luna looked stunning in it. “Mrs. King, they simply don’t want to sell the dress to you. It’s outrageous!”Gemma’s voice was filled with indignation.Luna touched her waist, then raised an eyebrow as if a thought just crossed her mind.“You're right,” Luna said, looking at the store manager. “I shouldn't be trying to get the dress when Miss Evans already reserved it. I'll go and change right away.”“What? No, Mrs. King, you can’t just let them win!”Gemma was really mortified, but Luna gave

Their conversation distracted Luna. She saw that one of the men in the room was familiar. However, she didn’t waste a second to figure it out when Grace was probably dying somewhere. She skipped past them and walked inside.These bastards must have hidden Grace in the back room.The lounge was empty, but Luna didn’t give up. Her eyes stopped on the closed wardrobes. She rushed towards them and pulled them open one by one, creating a loud continuous sound in the room.Mylo observed Luna for a while, then suddenly looked back at Delmor and winked as if he had just figured something out.“Grace is a girl’s name, right? Look at how angry Mrs. King is. She is ready to tear this place apart. Preston, did you cheat on your wife with another woman called Grace?” Mylo asked, looking at Preston in disbelief. That was the only explanation he had for Luna’s actions.Preston blinked several times in confusion. What was Mylo talking about? An affair?Luna became increasingly desperate. There was no

Their conversation distracted Luna. She saw that one of the men in the room was familiar. However, she didn’t waste a second to figure it out when Grace was probably dying somewhere. She skipped past them and walked inside.These bastards must have hidden Grace in the back room.The lounge was empty, but Luna didn’t give up. Her eyes stopped on the closed wardrobes. She rushed towards them and pulled them open one by one, creating a loud continuous sound in the room.Mylo observed Luna for a while, then suddenly looked back at Delmor and winked as if he had just figured something out.“Grace is a girl’s name, right? Look at how angry Mrs. King is. She is ready to tear this place apart. Preston, did you cheat on your wife with another woman called Grace?” Mylo asked, looking at Preston in disbelief. That was the only explanation he had for Luna’s actions.Preston blinked several times in confusion. What was Mylo talking about? An affair?Luna became increasingly desperate. There was no

“How dare you glare at me, you bitch? You two, make her drink. I’m going to kill her,” Harvey hissed, angered by Grace’s audacity to talk back at him.Immediately, two bodyguards dragged Grace away from Luna, forced her mouth open, and poured alcohol down her throat.Luna’s pulse quickened with rage. The people in the room were a vile bunch of scum. She ran toward the man closest to Grace and swatted the glass of alcohol away from his hand. She then slammed a wad of cash on the coffee table.“I don’t care if you want this money or not. I won’t let you punish her for something that isn’t even her fault. I'm taking her with me.” Luna pulled Grace to the door, but the bodyguards blocked their way. Harvey suddenly clapped his hands.“You have a lot of guts, woman. I don’t know what you look like because you're wearing a mask, but I can tell that you have quite a temper. Let’s make a deal, shall we? I’ll let your friend go.”Luna looked at the sly smile on his face suspiciously. “If you're

"We want to get even with him.” The drunk man got to his feet. His words slurred as he said, “Uh, yeah, sure.” With that, he staggered out of the room. Currently, Preston was in Room One. A few minutes after Luna left, everyone scattered from the card table and entered the lounge area. Preston loosened the top two buttons of his shirt as he settled on a white sofa made of fine leather. He furrowed his brow as he rested his elbow on the armrest and glanced at his bandaged wound. A flash of discomfort crossed Mylo’s face when he also glanced at the bandage on Preston’s arm. The man’s strength and viciousness made him a formidable opponent in a fight, but he lost earlier when the woman bit him. The sight of it was tragically comical. “Preston, is your wife a dog or something? What's she like at home? Does she bite people there, too?” Mylo asked curiously. Preston glanced at him but did not respond. Mylo touched the bridge of his nose, pretending he had not said anything. Aft