Abigail Moore had no doubts about what he said.
Almost all the nightclubs in Tung City were under his protection money regime, and naturally, if she wanted to survive in Tung City, she had to cling to him.
Now that Norris Moore had cut off her financial supply, she could only rely on Brother East to make money.
If she offended him, perhaps she really wouldn't be able to earn anything anymore.
Abigail was pushed away by him and watched as he reached out towards Norris Moore's face, observing her serene and innocent expression, a wonderfully twisted sense of pleasure began to emerge in her heart. Would Trenton Smith still stand by her? Stand by a woman who has been tainted by men of the night?
Would she, like Abigail, also be unable to withstand such a blow and choose to drift along with the tide?
