Chapter 22

Meredith‘s eyes followed his finger to see the sharp glass shards that were scattered around the floor.
She felt chills running down her spine. Only Josiah was ruthless and cold–blooded enough to have her
dance barefoot on the glass shards. Clenching her fists tightly on her side, Meredith said, “My
apologies, Mister Josiah. I don‘t want to dance anymore.”

Grabbing the pile of cash that she had earned by selling her dignity, Meredith was ready to leave the
room.

“I said to dance!” Josiah growled as he reached out his hands and grabbed ahold of Meredith‘s hair,
causing her to fall backward onto the floor.

Meredith felt as if she had heard the glass pieces being pierced into her flesh. A wave of burning pain
spread all over her back almost instantly. Because she was dressed only in her underwear, the shards
of glass pierced directly into her flesh. Meredith was shivering in pain. Looking at the glass shards on
her back, Josiah felt his heart drop. However, the pity he had for Meredith vanished almost immediately
when he noticed how she was barely dressed

. “Is it painful? And I thought a woman like you, shameless and lowly, wouldn‘t feel anything at all,”
mocked Josiah as he crouched down in front of Meredith and lifted her chin with his fingers.

“I said to dance!” Josiah scowled.

Shaking her head, Meredith started choking up as she said, “Josiah Shelby, we are strangers now.
Why are you still doing this to me?”

“What did you say? We’re strangers ?”



Josiah scoffed and added, “Did you really think that I would forgive you for what you did to Yeva just
because you faked your death and hid from me?”

“Yeva is still unconscious but you‘re already selling your body to earn money? Meredith Leighton, I
have really underestimated how low you can stoop!” Josiah seethed furiously.

Those humiliating words of his pierced through Meredith‘s heart like sharp knives. However, she had
no time to be drowning in pain and self–pity. She had to pay the medical bills urgently to save Nia‘s life.
Staring at the cash that was scattered on the floor, Meredith struggled as she crawled toward the cash
to pick them up one by one as tears were blurring her sight. Until a leather shoe stepped on a bundle of
cash, it was then Meredith looked into his eyes and begged, “Mister Josiah, I don‘t care if you want to
see me as being desperate or low, but I did my part to earn this money. Could you please kindly step
aside?”

Grabbing onto his shoe, Meredith used all her strength to remove the stack of cash underneath his
shoe and urgently put the money in her arms.

Josiah was baffled by Meredith‘s response. Was she really the elegant, sophisticated, confident, and
prideful woman that had once vouched that she was the only one who deserved to be his wife?

Josiah thought that money could really make a woman give up everything – including their dignity.
Pulling into a smirk, Josiah scoffed, “If you love money so much, why don‘t you consider sleeping with
men instead?”

Hanging her head low, Meredith could only continue putting up with his humiliation.

She was desperately hoping that he would leave after he had enough of humiliating her.



Right then, someone was knocking on the door. It was Zya who had informed Miss Josie of the
situation,

Miss Josie who had spent almost her entire life in the club had seen all sorts of situations, was still
startled by what she saw in the private


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