But for now, her focus remained on the man before her. And she wasn’t amused. But she quickly regained the aura of a nightclub queen.
With her arms crossed in front of her chest, she lifted the two magnificent assets, something that seemed to exist only in drama, resting them atop her forearms.
The deafening beat of the music pounded through Bar, a relentless rhythm that pulsed through the air like an electric current. The atmosphere was thick with heat and the scent of alcohol, laced with the unmistakable tension of raw, unfiltered desire.
But despite the sweltering environment, the blonde-haired young man was drenched in cold sweat.
He might have been the son of some extra rich family’s, a privileged boy with money to burn, but even he knew there were limits.
This Bar was not just another high-end club for rich kids to throw their weight around. There was a backing behind this bar, a power that even he wouldn’t want to mess with.
He had seen it happen before.
There had been other ignorant people in their circle, someone even wealthier and more influential than himself. One night, after downing too many strong drinks, that fool had decided to try his luck with Lane. He had showered her with lewd remarks, thinking his family name could shield him.
It hadn’t.
Lane had shut him down immediately, and not just with words. She had given him a well-placed, merciless kick, the kind that ensured his child would never be born.
The man had ended up in the hospital, and by the time he was discharged, his family’s influence and business was in so much loss.
A fate like that… was not something the blond boy dared to risk. His throat felt parched. He quickly plastered on an apologetic smile, trying to defuse the situation before it escalated further.
“L-Lane, I—I had too much to drink tonight,” he stammered. “Don’t take it to heart, alright? I—I’ll apologize to the lady directly right now.”
Without waiting for a response, he picked up his glass of deink, tilted his head back, and downed the entire thing in one gulp. The burn of alcohol seared his throat, but he didn’t dare flinch.
Turning to Riley, he forced out, “Miss, I… I said some things I shouldn’t have. It was the alcohol talking. Please, don’t take it personally.”
His words were hardly sincere, but his fear? That was very real.
Lane’s gaze remained frosty. She crossed her arms, the motion only emphasizing her curvaceous figure, and let out a cold chuckle.
“Sir,” she said, her voice carrying a dangerous edge. “That apology of yours… doesn’t sound very heartfelt.”
The man stomach clenched. “Th-then… what do you think I should do?”
Lane’s lips curled into a smirk. “Well, how about this? Why don’t you sign up for a club premium membership? Show some generosity and help our frightened little lady here meet her sales quota.”
Wang nearly choked.
Thia club premium membership costs a fortune… you can guess this is ipen for only wealthy and influential people only so… that price was reasonable… You can think of it like a normal bar but with an economy side and then there is another 1st class side.
That wasn’t pocket change, even for a wealthy person like him. He had money, but dropping a tgat in one night was going to sting. Still… what choice did he have?
“A..A …Alright,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “I’ll do it.”
He fished out his phone, made the transfer, and watched as some money disappeared from his account.
The second it was done, he didn’t waste another moment, he turned and bolted out of the bar, eager to put as much distance between himself and Lane as possible.
Only when his figure vanished into the crowd did Riley let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.
She turned to Lane, her voice soft but filled with curiosity. “Lane, why are you here?”
She had always been cautious while working at Club. This place was chaotic, filled with all sorts of people, some harmless, some dangerous.
It wasn’t a place where a girl like her could afford to be careless. In a place like this, making the wrong move could mean being sold off without even realizing it.
After a week of working together, Riley had already placed Lane into a special category in her heart, the trustworthy one.
In a place like this bar, where people came and went with ulterior motives, trust was a rare commodity.
But Lane had never once deceived her. Not only had she always looked out for her, but she had also never tried to push her into anything she didn’t want to do.
To Riley, Lane was like a good friend, someone reliable, someone good. Her gaze, clear and untainted, was filled with nothing but trust.
“I…” For a moment, Lane found herself speechless.
That pair of trusting eyes, so pure, so full of naive sincerity, made her feel an unfamiliar pang of guilt. She wasn’t someone who usually hesitated with words, but right now, she wasn’t sure what to say.
In a club like this, it was hardly unusual for a girl to get hit on by drunk, arrogant men. It was practically routine.
Most of the women who worked here had their own motives, their own ambitions. Many weren’t just here for a paycheck, they were here to fish for gold.
And then there was Riley.
The girl was stunning, so beautiful that she didn’t seem to belong in a place like this at all. Her eyes were too bright, too clean, untouched by the filth of the world. She was like an untainted white lotus, blooming in the midst of a murky swamp.
The first time Lane had met her, she’d thought the same thing, a girl like this doesn’t belong here.
But then she’d learned how desperate Riley was for money. And so, Lane had arranged for her to work at the front desk, a job that paid well and kept her somewhat protected.
Since Riley had started working at club, the bar’s revenue had seen an unexpected ten percent increase.
But that wasn’t the real reason Lane looked after her. No, the real reason was that, in Riley, she saw a reflection of her past self.
“Lane?” Riley’s soft voice broke through her thoughts. Seeing Lane lost in thought, the girl tilted her head slightly, concern flashing in her eyes.
Lane snapped out of it.
“Oh!” She averted her gaze, almost guilty, before finally speaking.
“Our boss wants to see you… talk to you.” The words came out a little forced.
Riley blinked in confusion. “Your boss?”
Lane didn’t answer right away. Her fingers lightly tapped against her arm, her posture stiff.
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