112. A lucky ugly women

Anyway, it's a grey area. It's not uncommon for people to die, but it's not everyday kind of thing either.

"Let her play." The man said.

The rest who hear his instruction, start to make way immediately, "Young master York." The manager bow respectfully.

"Mr. Hunt."

With a silver mask on his face, the man was tall and muscular. He leaned on the leather sofa with one hand supporting his chin. He hooked his fingers to Kim and said, "Come here."

She was so obedient that she had to climb over. Her voice was so dry and hoarse that she almost smoked. Those people didn't even let her drink water these days.

"Can I have some water, sir?" Arthur York hooked his lips and pointed to the whisky on the tea table.

"I... I can't drink." Kim said hesitantly.

"Ugly, you're dare to be so demanding! It's a gift for you to have a wine from master York. How dare you be choosey? Do you believe that I will strangle you now?"

Arthur Yor