The Luna Is Gone by Angelique Quinn

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Diana’s pov

Almost as Knight finished speaking, I heard someone inside shouting “Number 72“. Immediately after, a plump woman followed a man with large tattoos away.

It was obvious what they were going to do.

I clenched my fist.

I could feel sweat all over my palms.

Working as a prostitute was actually convenient.

Moreover, for me, I had confidence to ensure that I would never be raped.

But… I couldn’t be a prostitute on the underground second floor.

Before coming, Moss had told me about the rules here.

The higher the floor was, the higher the status of the guests was.

It meant that if I stayed on this floor, I wouldn’t be able to see Lewis Lee for a long time, let alone get the recipe.

I had to work on a higher floor to complete the task in the shortest time.

“What’s wrong? Are you unwilling?” Perhaps seeing the embarrassment on my face, Knight’s tone became dangerous. “Or, do you want to be a ‘target‘?”

I suddenly looked up.

“No! I don’t!” I shouted.

My brain began to spin rapidly.

I must say something to change the current situation.

“Mr. Knight,” I said in a deep voice before Knight announced his decision, “I feel like I can bring you greater value than becoming a prostitute. I … I want to work on the top floor.”

Upon hearing this, Knight’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He looked at me and said, “So, you know the rules here.”

I swallowed hard.

“I’ve been wandering around here for a long time. I heard someone say the higher the floor is, the higher the status is.”

“You should know it’s not easy to work on the top floor.”

my volume, “But please give me a chance. I… I really don’t want to be a prostitute.”

trembled slightly.

Knight looked contemptuous.

I can give you a chance, but you must pass a full–day assessment. If you succeed, I can let you work as a waiter on the top

breathed a sigh of

will

just smiled

eyes, I was just a slave. I could never pass his assessment no matter what.

foolish, and even illiterate. It was everyone’s stereotype

most slaves were indeed like this.

not a slave. I was Diana,

back to the first

first floor was much more normal. It was no

colorful. The music was deafening. Men and women gathered together to cheer, shout and

went to

isolated the sound of music, and everything returned

a

Knight, any

Change her clothes. Then arrange her to go to the front hall,” Knight said to the waitress, adding, “I think you should understand what

looked up at me and bowed respectfully to Knight, “I understand.” After

and handed me a set of clothes of a

minutes. Clean yourself up, and then appear in front of me,” the waitress said coldly.

the bathroom. In

go,” She said.

to

wine from the wine rack, then filled a tray 20 inches long and 15 inches wide with 48 goblets. After pouring the wine, she picked up the tray and looked

wines to Table

extended my

at this moment.

the tray to me, her hand slipped.

the goblets in the tray instantly

tray, adjusted the direction, and firmly held it

she

surprise, snorted coldly, and scolded, “Why can’t you even hold a tray steady?”

blamed me for her fault.

see it wrong? I held it steadily.”

could that be?” She frowned, “I just saw that the goblets in the tray almost slipped to the ground.”

didn’t,” I said.

I mean is that not even a drop can

calm and composed.

“Of course.”

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