Chapter 113

“I recognized one of them. Her family has money. Why would she need to offer sex for d****?” I ask drily, hardly convinced that her little story is legit and she’s not playing me for sympathy.

“Not everyone’s parents keep supporting them when they become a problem… You’re one of the lucky ones. The girls get hooked on my product, and when mummy and daddy stop paying, they become one of my party girls. Sex on tap for wealthy men who get to do whatever they want to them. Lucrative little business deal until I took on the wrong girl.” Camilla cries some more, then wipes the tears away coolly, that strength I know returning and pulling herself up a little straighter. At this moment, I still hate her, and I can’t seem to move. Staring at the way she self-composes but still looks utterly hopeless.

“Someone fucked you over?” I raise my brows in a very non-surprised way with a deadpan tone.

“Left me high and dry, took my product and money, and screwed me over. Left me unab