Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 307 The Stirring of Emotions

Emily ignored the other women and was about to leave when she saw Peggy rushing in through the door, clearly distraught.

Peggy's eyes were red and swollen. She ran past Emily as if not seeing her and went straight into the manager's office.

Seeing Peggy's state, Emily sensed something was wrong and decided to wait.

Moments later, Peggy emerged looking devastated. Emily caught her arm. "Peggy, what's happened?"

Peggy looked up, tears immediately streaming down her face. Suddenly, she grabbed Emily's hand. "Emily, I need your help desperately."

Emily quickly tried to calm her. "Of course, whatever I can do. Just tell me what's wrong."

With tears in her eyes, Peggy explained, "My brother's been in a car accident. He's in intensive care right now. The manager won't give me time off because it's the weekend and they're short-staffed. Emily, could you cover my shift? My brother's life is hanging in the balance I can't possibly focus on work."

Emily hesitated. After all, when Faris had given her the million dollars, he'd told her to quit this job-which she had. She'd only taken the job out of desperation in the first place and had no desire to return, even for a day.

"Emily, please. I have nowhere else to turn. Just this once?" Peggy pleaded, clutching Emily's hand.

Peggy had always been kind to her, and Emily couldn't bring herself to refuse someone in need. She eventually agreed and even gave Peggy all the cash she had on her.

The club was busier than usual that weekend. As Emily finished applying her makeup in the dressing room, she prayed the night would go smoothly. If it weren't for Peggy, she would never again have put herself in a position to be appraised by men like merchandise.

The moment she stepped into the private room, she regretted her decision. There, in the dim light, sat Faris.

Their eyes met. His gaze was intense and cold.

Emily barely remembered how she managed to walk in, each step feeling like treading on needles. She ended up seated between Faris and the client who had requested her.

With Faris's sleeve brushing against her arm, she sat frozen. He completely ignored her, focusing on drinking and chatting with the others.

She couldn't shake the feeling that he seemed angry. And why wouldn't he be? In his position, she would be too.

The other girls knew about Emily being taken out of the club by Faris that night. Seeing no interaction between them now, they had their own theories and agendas, deliberately trying to engage Faris in conversation.

flirtations, Faris maintained a polite smile, showing no particular

a paragon of virtue herself, seeing these women pawing at Faris felt wrong-like they were

emboldened, she pushed away the

off guard, the woman nearly hit her head on the coffee table. Regaining her composure, she glared at Emily. "Emily, what

then moved closer to Faris, naturally slipping her arm through his. "I think I'm just

glanced at Faris and said, "My name sounds nice. Mr. Melville

her embarrassed, she didn't wait for his answer. Instead, she grabbed a bottle from the table

it all in one go, without even

his eyes, regarding her with

other girls, not wanting to be outdone by someone usually

intoxicated, Emily collapsed onto the sofa, caught

she heard applause and someone saying, "Looks like Faris is in

could no longer make out his expression or hear

headache and parched mouth in

fragments of the previous night, she

night's clothes. So he hadn't touched

awake?" a man's voice suddenly

On the balcony, Faris

jumped out of bed, embarrassed about her behavior the night before. Avoiding

the familiar scent of tobacco

your liquor, you have to drink'-isn't that what you said?"

making Emily wish the floor

sat down on a nearby sofa, looking at her with amusement. "You certainly drank. And proved your tolerance isn't

Emily was mortified.

with his lighter, a cool smile on his lips, taking in her embarrassment. "Didn't I give you a million dollars? Was it not enough to leave that job behind? Or perhaps that

rushing to explain, "No, I didn't lie to you. Everything I told you that night was true-I can take you to the hospital if you don't believe me. I haven't worked at Eclipse Lounge since that night. Yesterday was only because a friend

was almost in tears, desperate for

hearing her explanation, Faris remained silent,

underlying truth. "Actually, I

for me. Without seeing you again, I felt uneasy keeping