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.

that room, except for when Leonardo came... "Do

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

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

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

instinctively landed on the large

it felt unfamiliar. His expression was cold and dark, filled with an

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

was from an earlier slap that hadn't faded

Leonardo's feet, desperately

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

was going on! It was all Layla's idea! I had nothing to do with it, I swear! Please, you have to believe me! I'm telling

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

learned the woman from

his face before he kicked Xenia aside. "Get out of my

grabbing Xenia and pinning her down to keep her from scrambling back

his assistant, Simon, looked shaken as he cautiously stepped forward. "Mr. Garrett, this was my mistake. I should have confirmed everything properly, but I'm sure that

haystack was no easy task, but picking one person out of 50? For Leonardo,

the conversation, Samantha instinctively lowered her head even further. He really

one from that night, she had no

she end up like the

that

Well, let's just say it didn't

her face went

he asked indifferently, "Who was it that

the women were clueless about what he meant.

on, and no one

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

me, who was the woman that

fell asleep by 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