Olivia’s left hand was cuffed, unable to move. She had seen James carelessly leave the key on the nearby dressing table, so she indicated with red eyes. “The key is on the dressing table.” Kendall’s gaze fell, and sure enough, she saw a gleaming key on the dressing table. She took the key and unlocked the handcuff. James watched menacingly from the side, like a poisonous snake in a gutter waiting to strike. Seeing Kendall squatting to unlock the handcuffs for Olivia, he suddenly stood up, grabbed the whip from the floor, and lashed out at Kendall. In James’s imagination,...
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