Chapter 401 Hazel, What Are You Laughing At?

• Julia Litchfield went in hard. Before Violet Kovac could react, Julia yanked her straight into the corridor. In no time, the hall was packed with people.
• Fingers pointed. Voices buzzed. Violet was nearly naked, and a bunch of shady onlookers ogled her like vultures circling roadkill. She was in her twenties after all. She broke, screaming, “Let me go! Let me go! Declan Sullivan, help me! Help me!”
• Right now, the only person Violet could beg was Declan Sullivan.