Chapter 19 It's in an Uproar
The next day
When Caroline arrived at Royal Club, she felt a little strange. People around her, in groups of two or three, were pointing at her and talking about her.
Caroline didn't pay much attention. Perhaps because she was a cleaner and was suddenly transferred to the Public Relations Department, which was incredible for them.
But after entering the lounge of the Public Relations Department, she knew that she was too naive.
"Ha ha, here comes the bi**h." Suddenly a sneer sounded, and Caroline's face turned white. She knew the woman who was pointing at her nose and calling her "bi**h". She was Laurel Brown, the hostess in Room 606.
"Laurel, don't be so loud. I'm not blind and I can see a bi**h barging in."
Laurel laughed, "You didn't see that with your own eyes. The woman wore a clown suit and her whole face looked like a ghost. Mr. Mason let her crawl to pick up money, and she just did so. Mr. Mason let her wag her tail, and she also just did so. Really, her behavior dumbfounded me!"
Boom! Her blood almost flowed backward!
Caroline blinked. Who turned off the light? Why was it so dark? In the eyes of others, Caroline was standing there motionless, with a look of horror on her face. However, what they didn't know was that Caroline was frightened because of the darkness in front of her!
She lost her sight for a short time, but her hearing was sharper. The sneers and harsh words of the hostesses and models around her all reached her.
For a moment, she thought, "It would be nice to die like this." But in the prison, the little face full of hope for the future appeared again in front of her.
How could she die like this?
Her life was for the girl who died instead of her.
A little bit of light reappeared in her sight. Caroline was like a mud doll without a temper. She didn't say a word back, letting those people point at and humiliate her.
Laurel was angry when she saw her like that. She stepped forward and pushed Caroline. "You faker! A bi**th, don't get on your high horse! Yesterday, when you were pleasing those playboys, I didn't see you being so noble!" Laurel was not satisfied. She kicked Caroline hard.
Caroline had some problems with her legs and feet. After she was kicked by Laurel's pointed high-heeled shoes, she fell to the ground.
"Laurel, be gentle. How could you kick her to the ground?" Someone questioned. One could use his words but not his fists.
Laurel protected, "I didn't use much strength at all! Who knew she was so weak?" With a cold snort, she stretched out her foot and kicked Caroline as if she were trash. "Enough, stand up. It's no fun to pretend again. If you want to gain sympathy, you need a beautiful face."
After that, she looked round at these women behind her and said with an evil grin, "Did I just kick her to the ground? Why don't I know that? Eh, isn't it a dog that I kicked?"
"Ha ha. Laurel, you're right. You can't kick people for no reason. It's a dog that you just kicked."
"Come on, bark like a dog."
"Why don't you just lie on the ground and wag your tail as you did in the box yesterday? If you do a good job, we'll also reward you, okay?"
All kinds of ridicule went on, and Caroline got up silently on the ground.
"What are you doing? Don't you need to work?" The door was suddenly opened. Marissa didn't expect that she would see such a scene as she opened the door. Caroline, a silly woman, was obviously bullied. Marissa's face turned blue and she stared at everyone. "What are you doing here? Go to work!"
The people in the room, who were very arrogant just now, were now scrambling to run out in fear.
Marissa was cruel at managing. They had either seen it with their eyes or heard of it before. Nobody wanted to be in the hands of Marissa.
"Are you a fool? Why didn't you talk back when you were bullied?" Marissa ran quickly to Caroline and pulled her up. At that moment, her anger had not subsided.
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