Georgia Thorne bit her lip and said nothing.
Just as he said, this was the very reason she had wanted to run away back then.
"Is that so, Miss Thorne?"
Elliot Sheridan raised his eyebrows, looking down at her from his superior height.
Elliot had always been a good head taller than Georgia.
Every time Georgia craned her neck to look up at him, she always felt he was so intimidating.
It was the same now. He was truly intimidating.
At the very least, the look in his eyes was cold, so cold it felt like a winter wind in March blowing into her heart.
"That night, I was the one who was taken advantage of, and you were the one who benefited!" Georgia was on the verge of tears from the injustice.
She felt genuinely wronged. She hadn't known a thing before she was drugged and sent to a hotel room.
She hadn't even known what kind of man Hayley Sullivan had given her to. When she woke up, if the man lying beside her hadn't been him, she thought she would have truly broken down.
