Chapter 1302: Bad Luck

Mexina stumbled out of the room, bruised and battered. Her eyes were filled with a deep grayness, her face pale, and her gaze held only despair and resentment. But she dared not show too much, burying it all deep within her heart. "Get someone to clean up, and you should take a bath and rest," Denzel said as he emerged from the room, adjusting his clothes and smoking a cigarette. "Yes, Mr. Kennedy," Mexina croaked, turning to enter her room. Denzel squinted at her retreating figure, a cold smile...