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“Meesha Kyle, don’t forget you are my mistress. You have the guts to raise your voice?” He spoke in a deep, suppressed voice as if threatening her. Meesha Kyle did not oppose him but instead looked into his dark eyes. “I know who I am. But you can’t break my freedom.” Meesha Kyle responded without hesitation. Her words were muffled by her flushed cheeks, but Myron Gray raised an eyebrow when he heard her sentence. “What freedom are you talking about? Do you think you can talk about these things after being my mistress?” Meesha Kyle's chest tightened as she panicked, but she had no answer. He was correct. He had paid for her and she was his mistress, so she couldn't do anything without his permission. She should consult with him before proceeding. Myron Gray arched his brows and gripp