I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden) novel Chapter 27

"Luna, let Mr. Shaw vent; once you're out of the Royal Club, you can still work elsewhere. Otherwise, if you leave the Royal Club now, someone will grab you the second you leave and pull you to who-knows-where and force you to do who-knows-what. Do you understand?" Gloria said lightly.

Understood! ...Luna trembled all over, and she lay down on the ground in fear and picked up money in the same manner as she made Grace.

On the side, Queena’s heart was pounding, and she looked at Caden in fear.

Caden threw a handful of cash on the crystal table, "Do you know how to sing? One thousand yuan per song, fifty songs, and you get to keep the money. If your singing sucks, or you faint during performance... Well, we happen to be short on stock over in Southeast Asia."

“Stock” obviously did not refer to goods in the traditional sense.

Queena felt as if a bomb dropped in her heart. The two of them knew by now why they're going through this trial, or else they would really be fools.

They knew the reason, but they couldn't understand why that Grace, a mere cleaner, received help from the big boss, who was usually behind the scenes, to punish them.

"Mr. Shaw, I can sing," Queena said, "But I don't understand; Grace, she's just a cleaner! No talent, no looks, nothing; we were just playing a joke with her. We can understand why you want to punish us, but President Shaw, isn’t your punishment a bit too harsh?"

Joke?

Caden glanced at Queena with an eerie smile. Her face was charming, but he had no interest in admiring it right now. Such a person, in his eyes, was like chewing wax.

However, at this time, Queena, who tried to appeal with reasoning, made Caden feel a sense of Deja vu, just like that woman three years ago, who stood in front of him, with the same determination, the same reasoning, and the same unwillingness to admit defeat.

For a split moment, Caden retracted the gaze that fell on Queena's face... No, this woman here was nothing like the one from three years ago.

This Queena did not have the pride Grace had three years ago, and she lacked the same charm.

Grace James...

Whenever Caden thought of her wretched state now, which was far from her sunny disposition from back in S City. An irritable temper formed in his heart, and every last bit of patience with the two women in front of him was gone.

"Gloria, teach her some rules.” His cold lips moved.

"Yes."

Gloria stood in front of Queena, with an elegant but icy smile rising from the corner of her mouth, "Queena, Royal Club’s rules have always been strict. Competing with one another is fine, and management will overlook minor issues, but only if it doesn’t cross the line.”

At this point, the conversation took a sudden turn, "And this time, you've crossed the line.”

Nothing else; Gloria just wore an elegant, cold smile, and stared at Queena in front of her, "You're a smart girl. You know what you have to do."

Queena felt despair; she gritted her teeth, glanced at Gloria, and took a deep breath, "Gloria, I'll sing!"

One by one, just like when she forced Grace, every song was at a high pitch. At this moment, Queena realized the pain Grace had to go through as she sang.

She lost count of how many songs she had sung, and couldn't stand it anymore, "Gloria, can I have a glass of water?"

"You think?" Gloria smiled without saying a word.

Caden was frigid cold. Fifty songs seemed too little. Caden watched as Queena sang one after another, and personally witnessed her throat slowly lose its voice... That woman, was it like this for her too?

Queena sang off-key a long time ago; she wheezed and swallowed desperately. Anyone could notice that her throat was dry and uncomfortable at the moment. Caden looked at her without sympathy, "If you can't finish, you can go to Southeast Asia to ‘play’ for a few days."

Queena's body trembled suddenly, her eyes widened, and she looked at the man on the sofa in fear, and said eagerly and heartily, "Mr. Shaw, I will sing now."

As time passed bit by bit, Luna felt a sense of relief at this moment. Fortunately, she did not have time to punk Grace, otherwise... she couldn't imagine how miserable she would be now!

The longer one worked at the Royal Club, the better they understood what "Royal Club" was entitled in S City!

Fifty songs, finished.

"President Shaw, she passed out."

Gloria said.

Caden stood up, his slender legs stepped out, and without looking back, he indifferently dropped three words, “Throw her out."

What kind of place was the Royal Club?

Here, there were rules for survival.

Those who could stay here and thrive had a natural instinct in their personality.