Chapter 178

Keith toasted Dominick, then quickly texted Baron, urging him to take their meeting seriously. He didn't want to keep checking his phone.

Next door, Baron fidgeted. He barely glanced at his father's two insistent messages. "Just some uneducated woman," he scoffed. "If she's pretty, I'll have some fun. Son, marriage—maybe. Ugly? Goodbye." He hadn't waited long for her to arrive. He'd make sure she regretted it.

As he fantasized about humiliating her, a knock sounded. "A guest, sir."

Baron leaned back, a predator awaiting its prey. But the woman who entered made his eyes widen. Fair skin, bright eyes, long lashes—a vision. Her loose clothes couldn't hide her allure.

His mouth fell open. "Is she really the one? She's much prettier than Brittany!" he thought, struck gold. Uneducated and easily manipulated—perfect. The lecherous fire in him ignited.

Paisley found the room. Gregory had said someone was waiting. Who?

She saw a bloated man. "Wrong room," she muttered. The disgust was immediate; she'd underestimated the Sullivans' depravity. A flicker of hope had died. This was Gregory's plan—a disgusting setup.

Seeing her leave, Baron sprang up, surprisingly fast, slamming the door shut before she could escape.