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Chapter 1253 At the Critical Moment, He Arrived
Suddenly, a face flashed across his mind. He grabbed the manager and asked, "By the way, where is Beryl?"
"Miss. Juliet is working."
Marcellus nodded, raised his hand, and hooked it up. "Call her up."
"Yes, Mr. Perkins. Please wait a moment."
Marcellus waved his hand, indicating that he could go out now, but his mind kept imagining what he would say to
Beryl when he saw her later.
He had to pick the most exciting one and ask her why she stayed here instead of leaving all the time.
As Marcellus thought about it, he felt great. This abnormal sense of satisfaction also made him feel very strange.
How could he be so happy just because he tortured a little girl? If it weren't for Beryl, maybe he wouldn't have been
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Just as Marcellus was sitting in the office and waiting, the manager suddenly received a message that Beryl had
been assigned to another private room for tonight's social activities.
Moreover, it was not an ordinary private room. Instead, it was room 2046.
Hearing this, the manager immediately became a little anxious. "Who allowed you to change her position without
permission?!"
Everyone in Red Cauldron was familiar with this room. Because the private room was relatively large, many men
would come here. One was fresh, and the other was to gain face. More importantly, this private room provided a
lot of high-quality services, and naturally, there were girls to chat with. "Well, Gemma said that she really didn't
have time today, so she had no choice."
"No choice?" After hearing this, the manager didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He looked at him coldly and said,
"Get her out first and explain these words to Mr. Perkins later!"
After saying this, the manager immediately walked toward the 2046. Although he had tried his best, he was still
dumbfounded when he pushed the door open and saw the disheveled little girl under the two men.
But it was still too late.
Beryl was being controlled by the two of them. The clothes on her upper body were almost no longer on her, only
her bra. If the door had not been opened, her bra would have been torn off.
The man's hand caressed her body back and forth. Other than disgust, she did not feel anything else.
When she saw the manager coming in, it was as if she had seen a relative, but her expression was numb. She was
so scared that she had no reaction.
Everyone in the private room was shocked by the sudden appearance of the group, especially the two people on
top of Beryl. Just as they were about to turn their heads to look at who was stupid enough to ruin their plan, they
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The manager just winked at the two bodyguards behind him, and the latter immediately rescued her and covered
her with a thin blanket, covering the large patch of red marks on her body.
"What do you mean, Mr. Moore," one of them asked unhappily.
As soon as the manager moved his lips before he could make a sound, a row of messy and hurried footsteps came
from behind him.
The next second, a tall figure appeared at the door of the private room. He was dressed in a neat suit with shiny
hair. Who else could it be but Marcellus?
However, his handsome face was full of horrible coldness at this time, and his seductive peach blossom eyes were
full of sharp light.
Marcellus saw Beryl almost immediately, who was being carried by the bodyguards. She was wrapped in a blanket,
and no one could tell what was going on with her. However, just by looking at the torn clothes on the sofa, he could
already imagine what had just happened.