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Dion took another whiff of his cigarettes. The anger in his eyes slowly shot. When he had brought Abi here, he was sure that the girl would work hard to stay here.
After all she had nowhere to go and this place was heaven in comparison to the gutter she was living in the past. She had worked in a factory. How hard could it be to dance and eat freely?
But she was not taking it seriously. Why? Perhaps she was sure that he would not kick her out? She would not be punished no matter what she did. Or… she had not tasted enough of this life?
His lips twisted at the thought when he noticed Polly running toward her room with hurried steps. Had she ordered something? Would she feel remorse if he stopped the delivery?
He stood in front of the girl, startling her. Her face paled as she noticed him.
"My.. my lord." She bowed hurriedly but he did not pay attention to her poor manners. The owner must have left an effect.
