"...I ... I know." Ella Lacey felt as if her bones were about to be crushed by him.
This man is simply a beast!
Everyone in this clubhouse is a pervert!
—
On the way, the waitstaff on either side of the corridor would nod and smile at the man occasionally, "Greetings, Mr. Cassidy."
"All of you, buck up!" Isaac Cassidy seemed unsatisfied with their status, his words striking people's hearts like thrown bricks.
Outside Room 888.
Isaac Cassidy released his grip on Ella Lacey, furrowed his dark eyebrows, and warned her, "Once you're in, do whatever the customers ask you to. You can't resist, and you're certainly not allowed to retaliate, you got that?"
"...I g-got it."
At this moment, how Ella Lacey wished her little spirit could come out to help her one more time.
But she'd checked her ring's space multiple times, where her soul had fled to, the spirit was in a deep sleep, sounding very tired, and despite her calling out to him several times, he wouldn't wake up.
"Bang——"
