Chapter 217

"Please, I'm begging you, don't leak those... I'll do anything you want..." Brittany Palmer, barely holding herself together, struggled to push herself up from the floor and pleaded with the group of men. The man in front burst out laughing. "Anything, huh? Then why not crawl over and serve us like a bitch?" Tears streaming down her face, Brittany nodded desperately. "Fine, whatever, just give me back those pictures and videos. I'll do whatever you want." But clearly, she had overestimated their conscience. Despite playing along and trying to please them every which way, they turned around and treated her like garbage tossed to the side, walking off like nothing happened. Clinging to her last bit of hope, Brittany dialed Victor Carlton's number. After what felt like forever, a lazy female voice finally answered: "Who is this? Victor's still asleep." Fiona Livingston. Victor had promised to meet Brittany at a hotel-and yet he ended up back with Fiona. The smugness in her voice practical