Chapter 67

Xylie realized that she had run into a scoundrel. She swiftly spun on her heel to leave. “Haha! Don’t go, pretty!” A lackey wearing a gold chain grabbed her. Licking his lips, he declared, “This is your lucky day! My boss, Rat, has taken a fancy to you! Take a seat and have a few drinks with him!” “… I don’t know him!” Xylie argued even as she struggled. “Haha, you don’t even know Rat? Have you heard of the renowned Mr. Webber in the southern area of Yeringham, then?...