Chapter 48

Dominic and Curtis used to be close, but ever since Curtis married Marceline, he had rarely attended their usual gatherings. Even when they crossed paths in business, he would only nod politely. Everyone knew that Marceline was the reason for the rift, yet Curtis insisted on marrying this walking disaster. No one could understand what he was thinking. Curtis got up and pulled out a cigarette. "I'm stepping out for some air," he calmly said. "Curtis, Jenna will be here soon. If she doesn't see you, she'll start asking. You'd better come back quickly." "Sure," he responded casually, lighting up the cigarette and heading toward the hallway. At that exact moment, Marceline woke up. Her head throbbed, but she forced herself to sit up. She could vaguely hear the sounds around her. Men were playing cards, and the strong stench of alcohol in the room made her nauseous. When Marceline tried to get up from the couch and make a run for it, one of the men suddenly slammed his cards on the