Elysium was the most luxurious nightclub in A City, and it operated on a membership system.

The guests who came here were filthy rich or immensely powerful, each of them having a net worth of tens of millions.

Skylar had always regarded places like this with disdain. Never did she think that one day, she would willingly stoop so low for the sake of money.

Being her naïve self, she really thought that Tobias Ford was a generous man, giving her three million when she had only asked for three hundred thousand, which would help her settle her financial emergency.

Thus, when Jeremy told her that the check was forged, her head spun as the world around her collapsed.

Indeed, the world was a sinister place; she had been scammed!

 

As for Jeremy’s surgery fee, his family had surprisingly managed to gather sufficient money after that.

Skylar was baffled as to where the Lanes got the money from, since they were the ones who begged her to gather the money in the first place.

 

Moreover, her future grandmother-in-law even informed her they couldn’t afford Jeremy’s post-surgery rehabilitation expenses and needed her help.

It cost at least one hundred thousand per month. A little nobody like her could barely scrape up one-tenth of that amount.

“Skylar, hurry up. Room 301 requested a bottle of Ace of Spades. Go in and serve the drinks,” urged the manager, Camila Cook, as she nudged Skylar’s back.

Room 301 was the only VIP room in Elysium. The occupants were usually business tycoons and celebrity politicians.

Before entering, Camila had specifically told her to turn a blind eye to whatever was happening inside.

Turn a blind eye? What the heck did she sign me up for? Chills went down her spine the moment she heard Camila’s warning.

a pair of high-heeled boots of the same color. Her

with one hand, she pressed down on the gilded door handle and

day; it was much quieter. She also noticed that all of Elysium’s top beauties were

her head bowed low, she was so afraid to make eye contact with those inside the

see clearly where she was heading. She looked up abruptly at the man whom she had run into, noting that he was in his forties and had a plump figure. With a pair

in shock, Skylar hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry,

do? Just tell me what you want. Don’t use this kind of petty

another word said, the bespectacled man caught Skylar’s wrist and flung her onto the sofa like a ragged

place was full of the affluent and influential. She knew she couldn’t afford to offend any of them, so she could only keep a tight

heavy odor of tobacco and alcohol, a white sandalwood cologne fragrance

does that smell…

seared into her soul. Regaining her senses, she got up clumsily and straightened her

again.” This deep voice resembled

sofa and took out a

glow and saw a man with an impossibly handsome face beside

said his name through gritted

of smoke rose from between his lips, temporarily obscuring

him seem very charming and approachable. “You still remember my name. It seems like you’re satisfied

talking to Skylar in a hushed tone, his expression changed subtly, and it brought his aggressiveness down a few notches.

We’re not close. You can take her if you

Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief and leered at Skylar. “In that case, I’ll make

but I’m just a promoter. I don’t do anything else besides selling drinks.” Skylar’s hands balled

in public. It was an utter

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