“Anything, and I mean anything that somehow seems impossible can, and will happen to that stupid woman!”
Zachary’s face fell. She is good as dead if I find out that she’s working here as a promoter, and wearing that garbage, no less. Does she have a death wish or what?
Vexed at the thought, he snapped, “Why is she not here yet?”
“The chief promoter said that she’s serving in section C,” Ben articulated his every word. “I’ve asked the chief promoter to go look for her.”
“Go look for her yourself,” Zachary demanded.
“Yes, sir.” Someone knocked on the door just when Ben was about to head out. “Come in!” Ben hurriedly answered.
A female promoter made her way in. She was dressed in the same clothes and style. The tag on her chest was 118, identical to the girl who they spotted just moments ago.
However, something did not quite add up…
“Sir, how can I help you?”
The girl kept her head low and greeted respectfully.
However, her legs were shaking from being too nervous.
Flashback to ten minutes ago.
Charlotte and Olivia were serving in section C. Fleur rushed to her side and told her to get to the private room as soon as possible because a VIP was asking for her.
Charlotte had a hunch that something was wrong right then. Zachary must have realized something. I’m going to be busted if I go to the private room right now.
To get herself out of the trouble, Charlotte found a girl who had a similar physique to replace herself. She arranged for the girl to wear a wig and bear her number. In return, Charlotte promised to let the girl in for a huge deal.
However, the girl was intimidated by the domineering vibe that Zachary exuded as soon as she entered the private room. She did not even dare to raise her head to look at the man.
“We’ve finished all our drinks, and we quite enjoyed the way you decanted the wine just now. Do decant another one for us, please.”
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