Wed to the Billionaire Brother of My Spouse by Doris

Chapter 53 Look Up

In Boston, at The Club, Emily ushered Jasmine inside, securing her a relatively easy job as a receptionist.

With her striking features, fair complexion, and fine figure, Jasmine was a standout at the reception desk.

"Being a receptionist is all about image, but it can attract trouble too. If a drunk patron bothers you, don't engage call me, got it?" Emily, now the Sales Director, had the clout to protect Jasmine.

Jasmine nodded in understanding, "Alright, I got it."

Her gaze flitting momentarily to her phone, Emily rallied a group of attractive girls to entertain the guests.

"Anderson, long time no see! What's your poison tonight? Drinks are on me."

The portly man grinned and wrapped an arm around Emily's waist. "You treating me? I've brought some friends tonight; fetch a couple of sharp ones to join the fun."

With a knowing smile, Emily followed Anderson into the elevator.

Jasmine, positioned at the reception, reflected on the HR department's briefing, committing to memory the faces of key patrons-wealthy clients who couldn't be affronted.

"Where are you from? Being this attractive and staying up front seems like a raw deal," Chloe, the other receptionist, said with a smile.

Jasmine returned the smile, "I'm from out of town."

"A fellow out-of-towner, huh? I'm from Fairtown; beautiful scenery there," Chloe spoke with a bright demeanor; she wasn't conventionally beautiful but her smile was infectious.

"You know, being a receptionist only pays just over four grand. There's no commission. With your looks, a bit of socializing over drinks-nothing seedy-and you could clear twenty or thirty grand a month," Chloe remarked upon seeing Jasmine silent, curious why she wouldn't consider being a hostess.

Jasmine shook her head, "I'm allergic to alcohol."

"Oh, that's too bad. But it's alright-we make less, but it's easier work," Chloe said with an understanding nod.

girl, whispering, "How long

I graduated, so nearly four years now." Chloe stealthily passed

a quick thank you as she inquired in a low voice, "Have you seen Henry from SHC Group in

eyes widened with recognition. "Seen him? Of course! Our club is backed by SHC Group; didn't you know that? When Mr. Patrick has friends to entertain, this is where he brings them. He's our top

board, and HR gave

have a VIP coming tonight, so we both need

her; the company also provided housing. Since Emily was the sales director, she had a private apartment,

thousand dollars on the fifteenth of the next. She'd save five hundred for

was doing. She missed her son terribly, but couldn't bring herself to

too short; here are the shoes," Chloe, the other receptionist, said as she handed Jasmine a pair of crystal high heels and a dress. Even receptionists at a high-end club had to meet a strict dress code

makeup room is over there. Feel free to use my cosmetics," Chloe, already makeup-ready, looked

for a moment at the mention of makeup. She realized she had no idea how to apply it. Five years in prison meant no need for cosmetics, and even before

read the complete version of this book

she examined herself in the mirror. The dress was long-sleeved but clung to her contours, highlighting

of years of ballet training. Her face was attractively small and her complexion fair. Her black hair was tied low behind her ears, and although her

Especially those legs.

Her long legs were striking, except for the bruises that had not yet faded.

legs were just too long; the high slits of the dress, cutting up to

ready?" Chloe swung the door open, only to freeze at the sight of Jasmine. "Wait, do you take dance classes or

into herself with unease written

your legs?" Chloe whispered, eyes falling on the marks marring Jasmine's

down and bit her lip,

a new pair of flesh-toned stockings. "Here, put these

the stockings. "I'll... I'll buy you a new pair

With your looks, just slap on some lipstick and let's go. Ms. Blanche said

a nod, Jasmine slipped into the stockings, stepped into the unfamiliar high heels, and applied some lipstick Emily had given her. Her complexion improved instantly, and she cautiously

Jasmine's appearance. "Such a shame, such a waste to