Collar of Betrayal
After that, I stood up, straightened my suit, and picked up the forged property certificate I had just prepared, along with a bank card that had no money on it.
If they wanted to put on a show, I’d play along to the end.
When I found Booth 63 at Nightfall Bar, Caitlin was sitting on Jackson’s lap.
The two of them were wrapped around each other, sharing a drink, completely oblivious to everyone around them.
A few of Jackson’s cronies were nearby, egging them on.
"Damn, Caitlin’s bold!"
"Jackson, you’ve got it good. Those legs are insane."
When Jackson saw me, he didn’t pull back. Instead, his hand slid even deeper beneath Caitlin’s skirt.
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