On Saturday, after studying with Howell in the morning, she went to another student's home to teach him in the afternoon.
Just walking out of the student's house, Donald called her and asked when she would be back to have the dinner.
She check the clock and said, "Thanks, but I won't be going back to eat tonight."
Looking at Henson at the dining table, Donald kept his asking, "That … When will you be back? Do you need me to send a car for you? "
"No, thank you. I have to work late today. And I'll go back by myself."
After hanging up the phone, Donald looked to Henson to report. "Mr. Charles. Miss Evans still has work to do, and won't be back until late."
Henson crossed his arms and sat silent for a moment. Then he ordered, "To find out where she is working now."
He wanted to confirm that this woman was not trying to avoid him.
9 PM. in the Nighttime Bar.
Wendy was dressed in a well-fitting overall. She shuttled among the crowd to get orders, serve drinks swiftly.
Among the crowd, she was still eye-catching.
She had a tall ponytail, a pretty face and a slender figure. Even though she was wearing an ugly uniform, people could still see her at first glance.
And due to this, she was often stopped by unruly guests to ask how much it would be for her special service. Just like what was happening right now.
As usual, she wore the same fake smile and explained to him.
"Sorry, sir. I'm just an common waiter here."
"Pfft. Don’t pretend innocent. You are mine tonight."
"Then... Sir, I'm afraid you will have to change your sex first. "
"What do you mean?" The young guest glared at her, "You are saying I am impotent?"
Her smile was still kind as before, "No, I'm telling you that I like women."
The man was stunned for a second.
Usually, the client would have shaken her hand off in disgust at hearing this.
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