The Good Girl's Revenge

The man wiped the corner of his mouth. "If I hadn't come, you would have died in the basement." As he spoke, he moved closer, "I have saved you, and don't you want to thank me?"

"Get out of here! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been like this!"

Originally, she was doing well in the Xaviers, and Mr. Xavier was getting more and more satisfied with her. She even felt that she would soon be able to earn an opportunity to see her mother, but this man ruined it!

Because of him, Meredith not only almost died, but also lost the chance to get out!

Meredith couldn't wait to tear him apart, but she also knew that she was no match for this man and could only deal with him carefully.

Meredith's hand groped under the quilt and touched Derek's arm. Meredith subconsciously tried to make sure there were no wounds on his body. If Derek was injured again, the Xaviers would never let Meredith live well. Today, even if she had to risk her life, she would fight to the end with this man!

"Don't worry, I didn't hit your vegetable husband today." The man saw through her intention and explained with amusement.

Meredith's eyes widened, "Sure enough, you caused the wounds on his body! Why did you do that! What the hell do you want to do?"

with you. Why don't we talk about how you will repay me for

who brought

water, you would have died of dehydration by now." The man wiped the corner of his mouth after he finished speaking, still being immersed

violently time and time again, wishing she could wipe his dirty smell off her mouth, but soon she realized a problem: "How do you

left her here and never cared about her. Meredith could

nothing I don't know about

hell are you?!" Meredith only felt as if someone had installed a camera on her body. Could it be that this man knew what she was doing and what she was saying in daily life? But this man had never

on Meredith, pressing her down, "Now that you're

"Ah!"

deep. The man covered his arm and stood

held onto a piece of broken glass. The sharp corners of the glass were

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