"We've tied her up, Mr. Finch," one of the men reported to Tristan."Got it. You guys aren't needed anymore. Get going," Tristan commanded.He pulled out 20 thousand dollars in cash from his briefcase and tossed it to the four burly men. Their faces lit up instantly. Pocketing the money, they hurried out.Tristan tugged at his tie before shrugging off his suit jacket. He walked up to Amelia, raised his hand, and slapped her hard across the face.A bright red handprint immediately bloomed over her cheek.She let out muffled cries, struggling with all her strength, but there was no way a woman like her could break free of the ropes. Tears shimmered in her eyes, yet she forced them back. She wasn't going to lose her dignity by allowing herself to cry!Another slap soon landed on her face, but still, she refused to cry.At this moment, Tristan looked positively feral, as if he'd been possessed.Grabbing her by the jaw, he snarled, "Having fun, Amelia? Enjoying yourself, the almight
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