Chapter 800

Gideon snatched her silverware away from her, placed them on the table, and picked her up. “You’ll get to eat again later.”

“Gideon Rothwell!” The objection was invalid.

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The night was hazy, the music in the bar was deafening, the lights were dazzling in the dimness, the ladies on the stage were dancing pole dance while the fashionable men and women were drinking in the booths below the stage.