Hearing Marcus' words, and then seeing his impatient face, Grace slightly lowered her eyes, her eyes full of humiliation.
Her body is still covered with the marks of a man's nourishment.
But she suddenly felt like a whore who was beckoned to come and go.
There is no point of dignity.
"Why isn't she moving? Hurry, she should be here soon."
When Marcus saw that Grace did not move, he hurriedly put on her clothes for her and pushed her towards the door with a shout.
Grace's face changed for a moment as she swatted Marcus' hand away, silently buttoned herself up, grabbed her phone and bag, and walked away quickly.
She should really think about where she should go next.
Are you going to be a poor wretch with no dignity like this all the time!
Out the door, she heard the elevator ding and someone came out on this floor.
Grace pursed her lips, a flash into a safe passage aside.
The sound of a woman's high heels clattered straight ahead, followed by Jasmine's voice.
"Marcus, open the door."
Sure enough, it was Jasmine who came.
Grace smiled coldly and listened to the door being opened and Marcus' voice of mock surprise, "Bao'er, what brings you here?"
"Oooh, Marcus, I'm hard."
"Ouch, why are you still crying? Come in and talk."
The door snapped shut again and the hallway became empty and silent once again.
It turns out that he calls anyone a po-boy.
It turns out that he is so gentle with those who have use for him.
Grace tightened her grip on the bag strap in her hand and closed her eyes, as if she had made up her mind.
She's still Luka's real mother, and she's going to use it to secure the hostess of the Johnson family's throne!
In the apartment.
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