My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The manager sent the fatty away and then returned. He looked at the girl who was just standing there and said harshly, "Eunice, aren't you aware of the rules of this business? He was generous. If you keep him company for a night, you'll make more than your few months' salary serving drinks."

"Why don't you try it?" I asked. After that, I got up and walked towards the manager. I suggested, "According to your logic, why don't you take off your clothes and pants, and then perform a strip dance on stage. I'll give you 100,000 dollars. What do you think?"

"Miss Reid, this..." The manager was tongue-tied, "Miss Reid, you must be joking."

"I'm very serious. If you think that 100,000 dollars is too little, I can pay you 200,000 dollars. What do you think?" Although the consumption level in Jarold City was quite high, the basic salary for service staffs who do not have any technical skills were less than 10,000 dollars.

The manager's face twisted in conflict. He stared at me and said, "Miss Reid, I've never offended you. You came here, stirred up trouble, and even made such a request. Miss Reid, you can't do this! You can't abuse common people like us just because the Reid family is powerful!"

I couldn't stifle my laughter. "Manager, how should I address you?"

He was astounded for a moment, "It's Lance."

nodded, "Hello Mr. Lance. If you had some common sense as a manager, you should have thought of stopping them instead of just watching from the sidelines when unreasonable customers assault the employees in your club. I understand that perhaps you were busy and you didn't notice that Miss Hathaway was getting beaten just now. However, after you realized that something had happened, you should've gotten the lay of the land first, and then come

You knew the reason why Eunice was beaten. She has the right to choose how she wants to earn her money working here, right? But not only did you fail to protect her, you even insulted her. Mr. Lance, the law clearly states that prostitution is forbidden

he spoke, a few men dressed in black showed

eyebrows, "How bold of you." He knew my identity, but still he remained

but ask, "Who

lifted his eyebrows and his gaze fell upon Freya who was

this was the Moore family's

said with a smile, "Miss Reid, would you like become friends with

special way of making friends!" I

and responded indifferently, "I'm not Mother Theresa, so I don't always use morally right methods when

way of making friends. If I don't

After all, she's the one who

many years. Are you really worried