Chapter 32

"Get your hands off her. Now."

Everything stopped.

The receptionist froze.

The security guards immediately let go of me.

I closed my eyes tightly.

Ashamed.

Humiliated.

Did being poor mean people could treat me like this?

"It's okay. I got you."

I knew that voice.

My eyes flew open.

"Esme?"

She rushe...

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