She stared at the retreating figure of Samuel Johnson, biting her lips tightly; she had indeed made a mistake.
She couldn't refute it.
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Joy Parker's throat was injured, and even swallowing was difficult, preventing her from eating. She sat on the sofa, listless and dispirited.
After showering, Samuel Johnson stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel while he glanced briefly at Joy Parker; his expression was unreadable.
"What are you planning to do with me?"
Having failed to seek protection from Amanda Smith, Joy could think of no other recourse and asked in a low voice.
The man stood by the window, enjoying the night breeze. Hearing Joy's question, he turned his head and hummed, "Hmm?"
"Am I worth a lot?"