"Miss."
Thea Shaw truly didn't expect it!
Some people just love courting disaster, so they personally show up for such matters.
June Sherman opened the door, accompanied by the sycophantic staff.
June Sherman looked at the unconscious Thea Shaw with interest, even maliciously.
The slap mark on her face was very visible, still not faded, just slightly swollen.
The dirty deeds of their nightclub are inherently shady, staffed entirely by crooks, so June Sherman has no fear appearing here, nor worries about exposure.
She sized up Thea Shaw for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice, "Wake the others up and pay them off to hush them up, those that don't comply, just get rid of them together. This woman, take her away, I'll handle her personally."
"Alright."
At this point, Thea Shaw already had enough information she needed.
She suddenly raised her head under the noses of both of them, "How do you plan to deal with me?"
