Clubhouse, New York.
Those words were printed on the lighter.
She immediately recalled the horrible place.
Ellen trembled, and the lighter fell to the ground with a click.
"Miss, are you all right..."
The man asked her.
Ellen was terrified. She was afraid of meeting someone she knew. When she looked up, she saw a stranger.
Fortunately, they didn't know each other...
Even though she didn't know him, she immediately lowered her head, not wanting to expose herself too much.
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll compensate you with this lighter." Kenyon suddenly came over and negotiated with the man.
The other party smiled. "It's just a lighter. It's not a big deal."
With that, he left.
"Ellen, what's wrong?" Kenyon hugged her.
He picked up the lighter and threw it into the trash can.
Obviously, he didn't notice the words on it.
