"Kill me!"
Baylor Davenport screamed in despair.
All men in the world are good for nothing!
She could not accept this!
At this moment, for some reason, Baylor Davenport recalled the deceased Prince Consort of The North Sea.
They had been married for several days, and that man never forced her to do anything.
Is it really true that one only cherishes what they've lost?
She smiled bitterly, tears streaming down uncontrollably like a fountain.
A princess of a fallen country was indeed a bit disreputable.
Soon, she was untied from the rope and carried in front of Julius Reed.
"I can give you money, official titles, everything," Baylor Davenport made her last struggle: "Just let me go, return my freedom, and I guarantee you will be provided for life!"
The North Sea has the capability and the wealth.
Even though this is Swimming City, the news will surely spread.
Just wait!
Wait for Everton Davenport to come and rescue me!
