Chapter 173

• If she cried for help, she wouldn’t escape. She’d only piss off Chen Jiaxing.
• Zayla Steele was tossed onto the bed. They rifled through her bag and took it. Pain throbbed through her whole body. She opened her mouth and threw up—what came up was either booze or blood.
• It hurt like hell. And it wasn’t just the body. The pain dug deeper, straight into the heart. Bruises heal. Heartache doesn’t. Just thinking about it made her sick; there was no cure for that.