Finn Hawthorne's face drained of color as he stared at the hulking men.
"Sharon Quincy, are you insane?" Finn Hawthorne's voice trembled.
SLAP! Sharon Quincy slapped Finn Hawthorne across the face.
"Remember, my name is Selina Nathan!" Sharon Quincy glared at him viciously.
Over the past few days, everyone had been calling her Selina Nathan, and she'd received an unprecedented amount of adoration. Now, just hearing the name Sharon Quincy annoyed her.
It was as if the name was a reminder that she was just Sharon Quincy—a nobody.
"Enjoy yourselves," Sharon Quincy said with a gesture, slowly backing out of the room.
As the men closed in, Finn Hawthorne clenched his fist and threw a punch, but there were too many of them. It was like punching a pillow—soft and completely ineffective.
"What's to be scared of, pretty boy? You're in the business, right? Don't worry, we'll make you feel good."
"Get away!"
Soon, Finn Hawthorne's voice was drowned out.
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