BookAmazoneChapter 1737
The manager had apologized repeatedly on Marlowe's behalf, but Mr.
Barker remained adamant.
He even threatened that if the manager kept speaking, he would hold him accountable for the compensation as
well.
Realizing the peril of getting further involved, the manager quickly changed his stance.
In a hasty decision, he assured Mr.
Barker that Marlowe would sleep with him.
“I never agreed to that!” Marlowe looked at the manager, her eyes wide with anxiety.
But before she could protest further, the manager roughly pushed her toward Mr.
Barker.
Mr.
Barker exchanged a knowing look with the manager, his smile smug and satisfied.
With a dismissive wave, he signaled the manager to leave.
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“Enjoy your evening,” the manager said before leaving in a hurry, deliberately turning a deaf ear to Marlowe's
desperate pleas.
As the manager's footsteps faded away, Marlowe felt helpless.
Tears streamed down her face, her vulnerability only deepening Mr.
Barker's interest in her.
“Now, now, don’t cry, my dear,” Mr.
Barker crooned, his voice dripping with false sympathy as he reached out to brush away her tears.
“Get away from me!” Marlowe snapped, her voice trembling with anger.
She jerked her head back, dodging his touch, her eyes blazing with defiance.
“You disgusting pig! If you don’t leavealone, I'll call the police!”
Mr.
Barker's smirk remained, his eyes narrowing as he Leaned in close, his voice a low, menacing whisper.
“Go ahead, call them.
But lettell you something-if | end up in jail, | have people who'll bailout in no time.
But what about you? You're just a regular employee of the bar.
Who's going to help you?”
Mr.
Barker's words hit Marlowe like a slap, making even more tears fall from her eyes.
Trapped in his suffocating embrace, she struggled with all her might, but her thin frwas no match for his
strength.
She cried helplessly.
This couldn't be happening.
Please, could someone cto save her?
Mr.
Barker's malevolent laughter rumbled in her ear.
She fought harder, but his grip was relentless.
She prayed desperately for someone to csave her.
Just then, a firm hand landed on Mr.
Barker's shoulder, making him unable to move.
Furious, he spun around at once, ready to confront the person.
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Who was it? Who had the audacity to disturb him now?
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Mr.
Barker growled as he saw a thin man with glasses standing there.
“Can’t you see I'm busy here?”
Mitchel’s voice cut through the tension, calm and commanding.
“Let her go.
Mr.
Barker sized Mitchel up with a disdainful smirk, dismissing him as little more than an inconvenience.
“What's this? You like her? You think you can just waltz in and claim her? | got here first; I'll sleep with her first
before giving her to you.
Without giving Mitchel a chance to respond, Mr.
Barker roughly shook off his hand and dragged Marlowe toward the room.
“Help me!” Marlowe cried out, her voice trembling with desperation as she locked eyes with Mitchel.
Mr.
Barker, annoyed by her cries, clamped a hand over her mouth.
“Be quiet! Your boss has already sold you to me.
Save your energy for later.
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