Her body was lifted into the air. Mia Grant came to her senses and began to struggle.
"What I mean is, this has nothing to do with me."
"The old gentleman gave me a stack of files, and I just picked randomly… I don't even remember their names."
"I'm really doing this for your own good!"
"Bro… Brother!"
"It's because the old gentleman said you'd only be safe if I came. I don't want to be your weakness, and I don't want you to be a puppet whose… whose life is being controlled."
"Hiss."
"The blind dates were part of it, too. It was all the old gentleman's arrangement."
"Ah!"
The force of the blow landing on her rear wasn't light.
But more than the pain, she felt shame.
Knowing she couldn't escape, Mia Grant lay draped over the man's legs, reached for a pillow, and buried her face in it, trying to play dead to avoid the situation.
Her cheeks, buried in the pillow, burned red, and her voice was muffled along with them.
