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The thought made him feel disgusted. Carrie would never behave like this. She would always maintain her
distance, pulling away at the slightest hint of anything inappropriate. Even if this woman bore sresemblance
to Carrie, her vulgar actions felt like a sacrilege to the memory of Carrie.
Terrified, Madilyn attempted to pull her hand away, her voice trembling as she whimpered, “Mr. Garcia, you're
hurting me.”
Daxton didn’t acknowledge her plea, his grip only growing firmer. Madilyn winced in pain, but she didn’t dare
push him away.
Instead, with her free hand, she offered him the wine glass. “Mr. Garcia, please, have a drink.”
After a beat, Daxton finally released her, settling back into the sofa with a soft, cold command: “Get out.”
Reluctant to let go of such a handsclient, Madilyn pressed on, holding up the wine glass. “Mr. Garcia, what
don’t you like about me? Is it my outfit? | can change into something else if you'd prefer. Maybe black stockings?
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As she spoke, she reached up, swiftly undoing the clasp at her collar, letting it fall open to reveal a glimpse of
her curves.
Daxton’s patience snapped. He snatched the wine glass from her hand and poured it over her head without an
ounce of remorse.
As the liquid dripped down, he muttered coldly, “I have cleanliness issues.”
Madilyn’s eyes filled with tears, her cheeks flushed with humiliation. During her tat the Oasis Club, Madilyn
had met many from the upper echelons of society. Even the most brazen ones, who didn’t hesitate to be bold in
public, always kept up appearances.
But this was the first tsomeone had openly called her “dirty” right to her face. The insult stung deeper than
she ever expected.
In Daxton’s world, the divide wasn’t between men and women—it was simply Carrie and everyone else.
Madilyn, with her striking beauty and charm, was used to commanding attention and softening even the hardest
of hearts. Any other man might have been swayed by her vulnerable expression. Yet, as she stood before
Daxton, her efforts were met with nothing but cold disdain.
Madilyn, realizing her defeat, swallowed her pride. She stood up and left the room quietly, her heels clicking
softly against the floor.
As she exited, a bitter thought crossed her mind: Those sleazy, middle-aged men at least knew how to indulge a
woman's charm. Compared to Daxton, they might not be so bad after all. At least they weren't this... twisted.
The manager, stationed anxiously outside the door, panicked at the sight of Madilyn leaving, her hair dripping
with spilled alcohol. “Madilyn, what happened? How did you offend Mr. Garcia?”
Daxton Garcia wasn’t an ordinary patron. The manager both respected and feared him.
The last tDaxton had visited the Oasis Club, he had brought a group of foreign men with identical tattoos on
their necks. While the manager hadn’t known who they were at first, a powerful figure later explained that the
tattoos were the symbol of a notorious international gang. It was common knowledge in their line of work—
someone who kept company like that likely had blood on their hands.
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