Her Tears Are His Weakness

Chapter 14

Samantha stared at the message, then glanced down at the cash tips in her hand and the balance on her phone.

She pondered for a moment. Why did she suddenly feel a little guilty?

Hesitating slightly, she typed out a reply. "He gave me a two grand tip, and I got nearly ten grand in liquor sales commission."

She confessed every last cent of her "ill-gotten gains" without holding anything back.

Layla quickly responded, "Nice job!"

Samantha never expected praise. The unexpected compliment actually made her feel a little embarrassed.

Then Layle typed out a really long message.

"Mr. Garrett is filthy rich, richer than we can even imagine. Since he's interested in you right now, you should take advantage of it and get as much as you can. Right now, I'm his favorite, and you're second in line.

"Before long, there'll probably be a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth. If you don't cash in while you have the chance, you'll miss out once the new women show up."

Although her reply was blunt and straightforward, it completely made sense. The only problem was that Samantha still wasn't quite sure how to scam Leonardo's money.

Based on the last two times, did it just mean hanging around Leonardo more?

...

A few days later, the club was suddenly thrown into chaos around 12:30 am. A group of men in black stormed in, clearing the place out. Someone had booked the entire venue.

The place was in chaos, with people shouting, arguing, and buzzing with confusion. In just ten minutes, the entire club fell silent, leaving only the staff behind.

Everyone was curious about what had just happened.

As Samantha was making her way through the club, a security guard stopped her. His expression was serious as he ordered, "Head to Room One. Now!"

Hearing that room number, Samantha couldn't help but feel her palms start to sweat. Room One had always been empty, as if reserved for someone of extraordinary status.

near that room, except for when Leonardo came... "Do you know what's going

to head there immediately. A big shot just arrived, and it looks like they're

her. She followed the other waitstaff into Room One. The space was massive and could accommodate around 50

of the room. Around them, men in black suits lined the walls, forming a dark, oppressive perimeter. The air was heavy with

landed on the large couch at

saw that strikingly handsome face, but... somehow, it felt unfamiliar. His expression was cold and dark, filled with an unsettling

cold expression, Leonardo sat there, radiating an air of authority. Layla was sprawled on the plush carpet, her face drained of

handprint marked her face. Whether it was from an earlier

feet, desperately trying to

in the break room that night. I had

going on! It was all Layla's idea! I had nothing to do

the two-million-dollar scheme, Xenia was found immediately.

Leonardo learned the woman from that

Xenia aside. "Get out of my sight!" he

grabbing Xenia and pinning her down to keep her from scrambling

should have confirmed everything properly, but I'm sure that the woman that night was a waitress from this club. There's no doubt about

was no easy task, but picking

head even

the one

happen. Would she end up

she had heard that day echoed in

who've tried seducing Mr. Garrett... Well, let's just say

that moment, her

lips as he asked indifferently, "Who was

sent a chill through the room. The question was so brief and vague that most of the women were clueless about what he meant. However, for Samantha, it felt like the ground had been ripped out from

on, and no one dared

pressing down on Layla's delicate fingers. Her fingers quickly swelled and turned red as blood rushed

who was the woman

was going to apologize, but before I could, Mr. Moore handed me money and said