"Let go of me! Who are you people?" Priscilla cried. She'd been struggling at first, but the moment she saw me, tears spilled down her face. "Gideon, save me…"On Mr. Stark's signal, the men dumped Priscilla at my feet.He said smoothly, "She messed up before, but don't worry—I've already had her undergo hymenoplasty. I know you'll still mind, Gideon, but to ease your mind, I've prepared another small gift."A few more men in black walked in from the doorway, each carrying a suitcase. They opened them to reveal one case full of gold. The other was also stacked with gold bars.Mr. Stark said, "I hope you'll accept them."I looked at Priscilla, who lay on the floor like an object that had been patched up, then at the two suitcases full of gold in front of me. An inexplicable wave of disgust surged in me."Gideon, I know I messed up. I swear I do. Please, save me…" Priscilla pleaded.I soothed her, then turned to Mr. Stark. "Can I make a phone call before I decide?"He raised a
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