Your Love Is My Weapon novel Chapter 23

Two hours ago.

Arya, who was at work, was in trouble. She was only in charge of delivering the wines, but several men stopped her from leaving.

One of them asked her to drink. "Drop your act. There are no women here who don't like money. They say they don't sell themselves because they aren't given enough money. When she is given enough money, she would do whatever she is asked to. I know your kind. Do as I said."

The man was a little drunk, and when he spoke, his breath reeked of alcohol.

Arya found he was difficult to deal with and knew that if she didn't drink today, he would not let her go.

She took the bottle from the man and said, "If I drink this, can you let me go? I still have to work."

The man lost his temper and said impatiently, "Just drink it!"

Another man in the private room also said, "Just drink this as Mr. Lau said. He is loaded. If he is satisfied, you will get the money you want."

Arya forced herself to finish the bottle of wine. "Can I leave now?"

"You're quite a drinker. Why did you pretend you can't drink?" The man still didn't let her go.

Arya took the cure in advance, so she wouldn't get drunk. If she got drunk in this place, she might be slept by someone.

The foreman had taught her to took the medicine in advance and had to be cautious at all times.

"Since you can drink, stay and drink with us." As he spoke, the man threw ten thousand on the table. "If we are satisfied, the money will be yours."

Several men dragged Arya to the sofa and asked her to drink with them.

Arya could not break free. She drank a bottle of wine with an alcohol content of 30 and then drank a few glasses in a row. Her stomach ached faintly.

"I really can't drink anymore. If you need people to drink with you, I'll ask the foreman to get someone for you."

"We just want you to accompany us. It's a compliment to let you, a low waitress, drink with us."

The man said angrily and continued to ply Arya with wines.

Arya's face turned pale.

Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

During her years in prison, her stomach had been hurt.

She couldn't stand for so many wines.

They didn't let her go until the foreman who heard that she was being plied with drinks came to rescue her.

The foreman was more experienced in such matters. It was only when she got a few women who knew how to please men to accompany those difficult guests that the matter was settled.

The foreman held Arya whose face turned pale and asked with concern, "Are you drunk?"

Arya shook her head with difficulty. "My stomach hurts."

The foreman was thankful for Arya taking the blame for her, so she helped her to the lounge. "You can go back today. I won't deduct your salary."

Arya was in so much pain that she couldn't speak at all. Sweat soaked her hair.

She asked the foreman to call Jasper and ask him to bring her stomach medicine.

This was her chronic ailment and Jasper knew it very well.

The foreman did as she asked.

Half an hour later, Jasper rushed over with the medicine.

After taking the medicine with warm water, she lay on the sofa and rested for a while before she felt fine.

Jasper said to the foreman, "She won't work here anymore."

"Jasper..."

Jasper looked back at the pale woman lying on the sofa and said with pity, "I've found you another job, so don't worry about work anymore."

Arya was silent. If she could find a suitable job at that time, she wouldn't have worked here.

Just because she had a criminal record, none of those well-established firms wanted her.

The foreman was also kind and said that she would help Arya go through with the procedures.

Jasper thanked her and left with Arya in his arms.

Arya didn't want him to carry her. "I can walk by myself."

"Look at yourself. You want to torture yourself to death before you give up, don't you?"

Arya lowered her eyes. "I won't die."