Amelia Avery took the cigarette, lit it, and began to smoke with unnerving calm.
As she smoked, she glanced around to see what games everyone was playing.
Jonah Ross saw the little one not only smoking, but also watching everyone gamble—for money—with great interest.
At that moment, he was seriously starting to fucking wonder if he'd nabbed an imposter.
He waved his hand. "Take her to a room."
"Yes, sir." Hearing their boss give the order, the man immediately started toward Amelia Avery with a sleazy grin.
Amelia Avery had just about finished her cigarette. She aimed a kick at the man in disgust. "Get lost! Stay the hell away from me!"
"Little one, I think you've forgotten why you're here," the man taunted, dodging her kick.
"You want to sleep with me? Go take a look in the mirror and see what a piece of crap you are."
"You—" Hearing this, the man flew into a rage and raised his hand to strike Amelia Avery.
