Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 23

Two hours ago.

Arya, who was at work, was in trouble. She was only in charge of delivering the wines, but several men stopped her from leaving.

One of them asked her to drink. "Drop your act. There are no women here who don't like money. They say they don't sell themselves because they aren't given enough money. When she is given enough money, she would do whatever she is asked to. I know your kind. Do as I said.”

The man was a little drunk, and when he spoke, his breath reeked of alcohol.

Arya found he was difficult to deal with and knew that if she didn't drink today, he would not let her go.

She took the bottle from the man and said, "If I drink this, can you let me go? I still have to work." The man lost his temper and said impatiently, "Just drink it!"

Another man in the private room also said, "Just drink this as Mr. Lau said. He is loaded. If he is satisfied, you will get the money you want.”

Arya forced herself to finish the bottle of wine. "Can I leave now?"

"You're quite a drinker. Why did you pretend you can't drink?" The man still didn't let her go.

Arya took the cure in advance, so she wouldn't get drunk. If she got drunk in this place, she might be slept by someone.

The foreman had taught her to took the medicine in advance and had to be cautious at all times "Since you can drink, stay and drink with us.” As he spoke, the man threw ten thousand on the table. "If we are satisfied, the money will be yours.”

Several men dragged Arya to the sofa and asked her to drink with them.

Arya could not break free. She drank a bottle of wine with an alcohol content of 30 and then drank a few glasses in a row. Her stomach ached faintly.

"I really can't drink anymore. If you need people to drink with you, I'll ask the foreman to get someone for you."

"We just want you to accompany us. It's a compliment to let you, a low waitress, drink with us.” The man said angrily and continued to ply Arya with wines.

Arya's face turned pale.

Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

During her years in prison, her stomach had been hurt.

She couldn't stand for so many wines.

They didn't let her go until the foreman who heard that she was being plied with drinks came to rescue her.

The foreman was more experienced in such matters. It was only when she got a few women who knew how to please men to accompany those difficult guests that the matter was settled.

foreman held Arya whose face turned pale

her head with difficulty.

taking the blame for her, so she helped her to the lounge. "You can go back today. I

much pain that she couldn't speak at all. Sweat soaked

Jasper and ask

was her chronic ailment and Jasper knew it

did as she

an hour later, Jasper

water, she lay on the sofa and rested for a while before she felt

to the foreman, "She won't work

"Jasper..."

looked back at the pale woman lying on the sofa and said with pity, "I've found

a suitable job at that time, she wouldn't

record, none

was also kind and said that she would help Arya go through with the procedures. Jasper thanked

carry

You want to torture yourself to death before you

her eyes.

if the people who had

would not

these difficult days, this

and hugged

buried her head in Jasper's arms and did not notice the car parked at the entrance of the

one knew how angry Xavier was when he

that she needs to be carried or can't she live without a man

and got out of the car calmly. Just as Jasper was about to carry Arya into the car, he said

to pretend not to hear, and continued to carry Arya into the

down." Even without looking at him, she knew who it was by

move or put

her eyes and she said in a low voice, "He promised to give me the shares of K&T Inc.

knew that those things came

as if he

see this side of her. She said in a pleading

and down, and he felt it difficult to open his

at the two people who didn't want to part

you guys playing Jack and Rose here? Do you want

He lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth. He looked a little bad. The white smoke enveloped him, making it hard to see his expression under the yellowing streetlight or what