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.

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

staff to head there immediately. A big shot just arrived, and it looks like they're looking for someone. Someone's

waitstaff into

five neat rows at the center of the room. Around them, men in black suits lined the walls, forming a dark, oppressive perimeter. The air was heavy with tension, and no one

instinctively landed on the large couch at the

felt unfamiliar. His expression was cold and dark,

Layla was sprawled on the plush carpet, her face drained of color.

to her. A red handprint marked her face. Whether it was from an earlier slap that hadn't faded or a

to Leonardo's feet, desperately trying to defend

I swear, all I know is that Layla was napping in the break room that night. I had nothing to do with anything

and even tried to bribe me. I had no idea what was going on! It was all Layla's idea! I had nothing to do with it, I swear! Please, you have to believe me!

was found immediately. The second she laid eyes on his men,

was how Leonardo learned the woman from that night

kicked Xenia aside.

quickly caught on, grabbing Xenia and pinning her down to keep her from scrambling back

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

was no easy task, but picking one person out

instinctively lowered her head

was the one from

happen. Would she end

heard that day echoed in

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

her

asked indifferently,

most of the women were clueless about what he meant. However, for Samantha, it felt like the ground had been ripped

on, and no

quickly swelled and turned red as blood rushed to

me, who was the woman

accident. The next morning, I was going to apologize, but before I could, Mr. Moore handed me money and said I did well. I was greedy, so I took it... but I swear I have no idea