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A strong hand with visible veins gently stroked the thigh of a girl in a red dress sitting on his lap, his other hand touching her red, sensually toned lips.
The handsome man known as a symbol of masculinity among upper-class women was currently playing with a girl accompanying him tonight.
The girl's face was partially covered by a party mask, but he could see the beauty of her illuminated eyes, her blue eyes glistening like sapphires.
"Beautiful eyes," the man's lips unconsciously murmured, praising the beauty he had never seen before from any woman, despite traveling the world and seeing the same sapphire color.
"Thank you," the girl replied softly.
She tried to be polite and calm as much as possible... even though she felt pressured, being close to him felt like sensing an impending danger. Behind her mask, she knew that the man with the perfect face sculpture would not let her go once he knew who she really was.
The girl's hands were stiff as she resisted the warm touch of the man. She had never been in such close proximity before. Not even with the man she loved. She wanted to jump from his lap, but she realized she had to keep composed as she was working on a task.
The man's dark, heavy gaze focused on the alluring lips clung to his mind. The dark and intense aura dominated, captivating the girl into the sensations the man created.
As the darkness felt closer, the man's face neared her, causing the girl to clench his arm, her heart beating faster. She could sense the man's breath, the scent of wine mixed with his unique masculine fragrance.
"May I remove your mask?" he whispered right in front of the girl's face, his hand even raised to take off the object. Selena widened her eyes in surprise, then quickly shook her head.
**
A few moments before that,
"Sorry, isn't there any other job available? I'm willing to work at this bar and even do overtime every night, but give me a job that doesn't require me to do that," a girl with her hair tied back said to Madame Madeline, the woman she had just met in the bar that evening. The woman had just made her a job offer with an enticing but intimidating salary.
Selena Elisabeth Cartwright, a 21-year-old girl, came with a worn-out look and a pleading gaze. She urgently needed a hundred million to replace the pendant she had lost; the owner of the pendant accused her of theft when she was asked to bring a bag containing the newly purchased pendant. Unfortunately, when the owner—her cousin—opened the bag, the pendant was missing without a trace.
The accusing glare filled with curses from her sister was immediately directed at Selena, even though she had spoken honestly, nothing could make Claire's anger and hatred disappear. Since her father had taken in the unfortunate girl, Claire had deeply despised Selena.
Her self-worth seemed to plummet in Jonathan Thompson's eyes—Claire's father, the man who had raised her since she was 10 years old. He gazed with a hesitant sparkle, as if he couldn't believe that the innocent and kind girl he knew could do all this.
Therefore, Selena was determined to get the one hundred million worth of that pendant tonight as well. Even though she was not guilty, she wanted to show her sense of responsibility. And show Jonathan, so that his trust in her would return.
"Can you clean up?" Madame Madeline's voice broke the silence.
She continued to inspect the girl's appearance from head to toe, looking at the girl in a dingy t-shirt with a pungent smell of dust, as if her well-kept figure was hidden behind that t-shirt, to others, she did not look attractive at all.
Madame Madeline smirked thinly because anyone who wanted to work here must have an attractive appearance. According to Madame Madeline, Selena wasn't much more attractive than the bar cashier, who was worn-out and sexy. So what did Selena need to do to get that much money?
Selena looked at the woman's doubt towards her, then smiled sincerely, a smile that was so genuine, then nodded. In her heart, she cheered, 'yes, I can! I have to be able!'
Her determination was firm. Moreover, before coming here, she had just finished work somewhere else and hadn't had time to clean up. Then she hurriedly went to this place.
The corners of Madame Madeline's lips were drawn into a smile again. Selena's courage and determination earned her extra appreciation.
"I'll wait for you tonight at Dandelion Night Bar. You will be a waitress for one night," the woman whispered.
"There will be a new guest arriving in the city who will stop by here. Make sure you serve all his wishes well. You won't be doing it for him, but be friendly and polite because the young man is known to be cruel, merciless, and he won't hesitate to kill anyone who makes a mistake for him. He needs a woman to accompany him for the night. Seeing your polite demeanor, I believe you can do it."
"He will give you a hundred million after you successfully accompany him."
Selena was startled, her sapphire blue eyes widened. Working in this place was apparently not as easy as she had imagined. Was the man as ruthless as Madame Madeline described? She thought there were many young women far more beautiful and sexy than her in this place, so why did Madame Madeline ask her to serve the man? Did that mean there were no other women meeting Madame Madeline's criteria?
So, she had to risk her life to do this job. And she was not even sure if she could handle all of this.
If she made a mistake deemed fatal by the man, it would mean she would receive nothing in return, and even her own life would be threatened.
Selena took a deep breath, reciting a prayer and firming her resolve.
Remembering the cheers of ridicule and all the insults she had received in the past, her spirit was fueled. Although she was cared for by the Thompson family who were not ordinary people, she never relied on their kindness. Selena always tried to stand on her own, working all day as a waitress at the restaurant, and on weekends, she usually helped as a servant at the Davidson family's home. Her delicate hands were trained to hold a wide copper tray to host the Davidson family's esteemed guests.
So how ruthless was this guest? She had endured bitterness in her life since childhood.
Lost in thought for a while, Selena nodded again. "I am willing to be a waitress for one night for that guest."
"Good job!"