"What's going on, son?" My dad doted on me, but when he heard me suddenly asking to use our family's influence, he panicked. I calmed him down, but still said quietly, "Dad, I'm going to break up with Jillian." "Is she looking down on us because of our ties to the underworld? I'll send some people over to teach her a lesson right now!" my dad said angrily. Before I could explain, he had already hung up. When a dozen or so women stormed into the women's restroom, Jillian's two close friends were standing guard at the door, gossiping. They gasped, "Hey, wait. You can't go in there. Someone's inside!" Of course, I knew someone was inside. Not only did I know them, I knew them very well. The woman in charge glanced toward the corner where I was hiding, and after I nodded, she motioned for two of her women to follow her into the restroom like they weighed nothing. It was not long before a scream rang out from inside. At the same time, a live video from inside the restroom appe
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