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.

for when Leonardo came...

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

her. She followed the other waitstaff into Room One. The space was massive and could accommodate around 50 waitresses without feeling

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

the last row, Samantha's gaze instinctively landed on the large couch

felt unfamiliar.

air of authority. Layla was sprawled on the plush carpet, her face drained of color. Tear tracks lined her cheeks, and

was from an earlier slap that hadn't faded or a fresh one,

feet, desperately trying

all I know is that Layla was napping in the break room that night. I had

idea what was going on! It was all Layla's idea! I

was found immediately. The second she laid eyes on

the

face before he kicked Xenia aside. "Get out

pinning her down to keep her from

stepped forward. "Mr. Garrett, this was my mistake. I should have confirmed everything properly, but I'm sure that the woman that night was

needle in a haystack was no easy task, but picking one person out of

her head even further. He really was looking for

the one from that night, she had no idea

happen. Would she end up like the

that

Garrett... Well, let's just say it didn't end well

that moment, her face went

as he asked indifferently, "Who

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

dragged on, and no

on Layla's delicate fingers. Her fingers quickly swelled and turned red as blood rushed to the surface.

was the woman that

could, Mr. Moore handed me money and said I did well. I was greedy, so I took it...