Chapter 32 Crashing The Black Thorn Gang

• Several burly men handled Hannah roughly as she lay unconscious, showing not the slightest compassion. In front of Vedant, his secretary Mia, dressed in black stockings and a professional suit, her glasses framing her face, stood twisting her tempting waistline.
• "Boss, those brutes lack finesse with undressing; it might take a while. Why not let me relax you while we wait for them?"
• As she spoke, Mia had already grabbed Vedant, massaging him.