Chapter 1506


    Shirley could surely outdrink anyone. I lost count of how much brandy she had drunk. She


    drunkenly slumped over the table, but she was still muttering that she wanted more.


    I had just helped her out of the bar when we ran into trouble. Jarold City wasn''t a dangerous ce,


    but it did not mean that it was all safe.


    It was two drunk men. As they saw Shirley and me stumbling out, they started saying vulgar things


    to us. "Hey, look at these half-drunkendies. Don''t you feel lonely drinking alone here? Shall we


    drink together? Let us relieve your loneliness. I promise you will be satisfied. Come with us, won''t


    you?"


    They lunged towards us with their grubby hands outreached.


    "Get your filthy hands off them!" A woman spoke sternly from behind us.


    I was startled. I turned around and realized that it was Chloe. Her expression was as cold as ice.


    Her makeup was so heavy that it looked eery. She was also wearing a wig that did not suit her.


    The two men sneered when they saw her. "Hey, ugly, don''t poke your nose into other people''s


    businesses. F*ck off before I do you any harm."


    Chloe ignored their insults and responded coldly, "I''d like to see you try. Let''s see who''s tougher."


    The man frowned and stole a nce at us. Then, he spat at Chloe and scolded, "F*ck! It''s just a few


    ugly women anyways. Forget it, let''s go. There''s no point wasting my time to talk to a few basic


    batches."


    And with that, the two men left.


    I watched their figures disappear into the dark and turned back to look at Chloe. It was only at that


    moment that I noticed that she was holding a business card in her hand. What was she doing?


    Without thinking much of it, I thanked her sincerely, "Thank you so much!"


    She didn''t say much. She merely replied coldly, "No need. It''s better not toe here often, it can


    be dangerous."


    I wanted to ask her why she was there.


    She seemed to be handing out business cards to the men going in and out of the bar, with a


    ttering smile on her face. I was astounded. I took a nce at the business card that someone had


    casually thrown on the ground. There was a photo of a seductive woman with a number and


    address written. There was even a price list.


    Under the dim light, I recognized the person in the picture. It was Chloe. I was dumbfounded.


    Gazing at her, I tried to calm myself down as I asked, "Are you desperate for money?"


    She pursed her lips, and a trace of pain shed in her eyes. Then, she said frankly, "Who isn''t


    desperate for money? Now, it''s impossible for one to live without money. Of course I need money."


    I scrutinized her and reproached, "You know that''s not what I meant!"


    She held her stack of business cards and said stubbornly, "It doesn''t matter. Just leave. There are


    many drunkards around here."


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    I didn''t leave but instead examined her closely. I asked, "Is it because of the chemotherapy?" Due to


    chemotherapy needed for her lung cancer, her hair would fall and her health would decline day by


    day. Even her face would gradually lose its color.


    She put on heavy makeup and even a wig. She was a prideful person. No matter how much she


    loved money, she would never prostitute herself. The only possibility was that she desperately


    needed money for the chemotherapy.


    She clenched the business cards in her fist and looked at me indifferently. "It''s none of your


    business. Just go away."


    It seemed that she was really sick with lung cancer.


    She was a woman who would not swallow her pride. I took a nce at her and said, "Since you are


    doing business, there is no reason for you to reject your customer. Let''s go,e with me tonight!"