Despised: Soon-To-Be-A-Billionaire's Dark Revenge

Chapter 22 LOSING HOPE

The hoarse voice over me dragged me back to consciousness. It was loud and gritty, like the voice of an auctioneer who knew he would be going home with a handsome commission. I opened my eyes and found the face with the hoarse voice close to mine. The smell of gin strong and fresh rose from his breath. I heard other voices at the background, and they sounded far and incoherent—surreal. My back felt cold, and I realized was lying on the ground.

I shut my eyes and held my breath.

'This one is almost dead,' the voice thundered over me and the smell of gin got stronger. He shoved my legs apart with the thick shoe he wore, and then he went through my pockets, shoving his hand into and out fast, like a pickpocket working in a hurry. 'There is nothing on him apart from this old phone. Selling it could buy five packs of B and H.'

He stood up from me, taking away the alcoholic breath with him, and I took a deep breath. The sound of his shoes grew faint, and I opened my eyes slowly. It was a m