The helicopter shudders and jolts, and Avery grabs the back of the seat to avoid falling over.
Michelle laughs loudly and meanly. "You and Mr. Howel have left me no choice," she says. "It's all your fault. You cost me my job at the Zuri Hotel, and Evan's men broke my ribs and almost cost me my life. I met Mr. Clifford in the hospital, and he promised me everything. But you saw how he treats me."
Avery shakes her head sadly. Images of the party at Andrew's villa flashed through her mind. She can still see Andrew's bodyguards fucking Michelle on the stage. She can hear the lusty cheers and screams from the crowd as the guards twisted her into every possible position.
"That's right," Michelle says with a nasty sneer. "He broke every promise he ever made to me. He let his bodyguards fuck me and use me as their plaything. I've lost everything—my job, my dignity, my status—and it's all your fault."
