"Do I really have to go?"
Lydia understood that it was normal for newbies to be scared of their first night out, but a million-dollar opportunity was rare. "Aren't you strapped for cash? Out of a million, I'll only take two hundred thousand. The remaining eight hundred thousand is all yours."
"But..."
"It'll be over before you know it." Lydia whispered in Eliza's ear, "Take care of your urgent needs and get back to a normal life sooner. Isn't that better?"
Of course, it was.
But Casper was the man she had to leave with.
"I..." Eliza was scared.
"There's a first time for everything. Think about it." Lydia sashayed over to Casper. "The lady is a bit shy. Let's just forget about her."
"Two million." His gaze was cold and never left Eliza, "Tell her being too greedy might not be a good thing."
"This..."
Lydia was in a bind.
Eliza looked up and met Casper's gaze.
Their eyes locked, and she couldn't decipher his emotions beneath his calm demeanor.
Lydia approached Eliza, about to persuade her again when she finally spoke, "I'll go, but the money first."
"That's not a problem. Here, we always ask our clients to pay before taking someone with them." Lydia, thinking about her cut of four hundred thousand, was grinning from ear to ear. "Mr. Casper, are you paying by card?"
Casper's voice was deep. "By card."
Two million was charged.
One million six hundred thousand went into Eliza's account.
She changed her clothes but didn't remove her makeup.
Lydia escorted her out.
She had mixed feelings, "Don't be afraid. There's no shame in this. Once you've earned enough, you won't have to do it anymore."
Lydia looked at Eliza.
She should be flourishing somewhere, not crawling in dark corners like a rat.
Eliza just smiled.
Then she bent down and got into the car.
The car moved along, heading to the Falconridge Hotel.
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