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Earth jerked off Oliver, who was in pain in front of his father."Oliver... wake up, boy!" mumbled Mark trying to pull his son. Oliver was still holding his painful stomach from Earth's dreadful punches. Meanwhile, James was washing his hands in the sink before wiping them with an expensive handkerchief. He gave it to one of his men as he walked towards Mark."You dare to run from me, huh?" said James standing arrogantly with one hand in his pocket. James glanced down at Mark and his son Oliver. He snorted and shook his head."Where's my money?" James demanded repeatedly. One of his loafers tapped against the floor, waiting for their answer. Mark turned to his son, who was also looking at him."W-Won't my daughter pay for it?" said Mark. James slightly opened his mouth in disbelief. What kind of father would sacrifice his daughter to pay off a debt? James nodded then, he thought to himself. He was not surprised by Mark's attitude as a parent. James' biolo

Delilah's eyes widened when she heard her father speak about a killing plan. Her mouth opened wide enough, and she was whiter than her pale skin. How could her father propose engaging in such a crime? Delilah unconsciously shook her head to reject."I can't do that, Dad. How could I kill someone!" Delilah replied, still with an upset grimace."Why not! If you know what he has done, then you will learn that what you will do is not much." Delilah was still stunned and did not answer. Her mouth was slightly open, surprisingly. Mark came back closer and kept convincing his daughter."Now, give the money to your brother so he can repay it." Delilah still didn't move to see her father. Mark realized that Delilah didn't trust him quickly. He started to hug her and sat her down on the bed. He gently took on Delilah's hand and held it."Listen to me, honey. It would be best if you didn't get hurt. James Belgenza will kill you if you try to negotiate with him. Deli

A blazing-fast engine roared through the Austin F1 circuit. James was standing near the pitstop with headphones to communicate with the team members and the rider. He occasionally turns his head to follow the passing cars. He wore sunglasses with a navy-blue shirt and denim pants from a well-known designer."We have to increase the RPM," James told the team's chief mechanic. The man who stood beside him then nodded. James' job is done. Now it's just a matter of meeting the team owner and taking payment."How was it?" the team owner asked James as soon as he came in and took off his headphones."As you wish, 12 seconds faster." The team owner grinned with satisfaction."I am always happy with your factory-made machines, Mr. Belgenza." James just smirked at the praise for him. One of the team boss's assistants then showed the iPad screen, and the man nodded. He took the iPad and showed James as the sign that they had transferred the money to him. James smir

Delilah shook her head frightenedly. James snorted in annoyance at Delilah, who didn't want to come with him."So you'd rather be ravished by that old man than come with me!" gritted James aggravated. Delilah was still sobbing and darting down. James then noticed Delilah's torn dresses, and she tried to hide part of her skin. James then took off his suit and put it on Delilah. Delilah widened her eyes at James' act upon her. James then wanted to carry Delilah, but she refused."I'm fine, Mr. J," Delilah spoke in a soft tone. James examined for a moment, then stood up and told Delilah to stand. Delilah stood up, and James pulled her hand out of the room. Delilah had no choice but to yield when James pulled her out of the house to the car. She is like a timid kitten that is unable to do anything. Delilah only surrenders if, finally, death is her consequence today. James took Delilah to his sports car and opened the door."Get in!" he ordered coldly. Delilah glance

Delilah was sobbing and sitting beside the bedroom door. She was hugging her knees. Delilah still can't believe that her father sold her to James Belgenza. She is currently the slave of a man she doesn't know. Whereas a week ago, her father came to convince her that he wanted to protect Delilah by returning the money. Delilah then remembered the words Oliver had said before he left."Is that why he talked to me like that? Because he knows?" Delilah murmured to herself. Delilah looked down again. While sobbing, she felt the necklace left by her mother that her grandmother gave her before she died."What should I do, Mother? I'm trapped here," Delilah mumbled, taking a breath to calm. She was so scared and couldn't think. Delilah then peeked at her body. She was still wearing the suit that James had given her earlier. The man was mean, but Delilah was comfortable in his clothes. She even pulled the hem of it to cover her body more.Delilah is still crouching in th