Chapter 1211

"James, why does Cliff get to watch, but I don't?" Abigail pouted, clearly unhappy with the strict rules placed on her. James replied, "Cliff's under Grace's watch. You're under mine. If I say no, then it's a no." Abigail huffed but still leaned forward, trying to sneak a peek. Meanwhile, James stood there, holding the phone he had just confiscated from Mitchell. Deep in thought, he finally said, "I'm heading upstairs. Be good, Chubs." She watched as he disappeared up the stairs. The moment he was out of sight, the usually obedient Abigail decided that that day was not the day to follow the rules. Slipping away quietly, she headed to the yard to see what Hazel was up to. "Spin. Keep spinning. Again. That's it—until his head's a mess." Suspended upside down, Mitchell was bound tight, his body held rigid by the ropes. Two bodyguards on either side were casually turning him, round and round, making his head spin and his stomach churn. The pain in his body was manageable, bu