Mike Curtis, though an old fellow, still blushed at such a salacious scene, his aged face turning red with embarrassment.
Freddy Adams was on the brink of tears!
She, a major celebrity, was being played like this?
But she didn't know that in the face of power, celebrities mean nothing!
Influence?
Nothing but a laughable joke!
In the presence of truth, only fists have the right to speak!
"Not talking?"
Anthony Carter laughed, and with just a slight increase in force, he pinched the tender flesh above her slender waist.
"Ah..."
In pain, Freddy Adams let out a miserable whimper, then, in agony, nodded repeatedly with tears of humiliation in her eyes.
"Still not talking?"
The smile on Anthony Carter's face grew even more sinister as he tightened his grip once again, as if in his eyes, Freddy Adams was not a beauty at all, but merely an object for his entertainment, a tool to vent his anger!
"Young Master, I..."
"Call me Daddy!"
"Daddy!"
