Chapter 45
Arabe raised her head and looked into Keh''s narrow eyes.
Keh was sitting on the poker table''s main seat, wearing a fine ck shirt and ck trousers. He
was smoking. Scarlet mes were flickering between his slender fingers. He was puffing the smoke.
Keh had just taken a puff of the cigarette when Randall shouted. Then, he raised his head and
looked at Arabe. The smoke obscured his handsome face, but one could vaguely see that he was
frowning slightly. After a few seconds, he slowly exhaled the smoke in his mouth.
Arabe was already feeling a little awkward to be pushed into the room, and now that she bumped
into Keh, she felt even more awkward.
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A boss said whileughing, "Mr. Hudson, where did this little beautye from? Could it be that the
most beautiful girl in One Night isn''t here yet? Mr. Hudson, you''re not treating us close enough. How
could you hide such beauty from us?"
It was obvious that these men had regarded Arabe as a bar girl in One Night. In response to this,
Randall looked at Keh, who was sitting opposite him.
Keh had already withdrawn his gaze. He threw one of the cards in his hand with a deep and
indifferent expression.
What did that mean?
Arguing?
Giving her a silent treatment?
Pretending not to know the other person?
Randall smiled quietly. "Great, I can witness something interesting again," he thought. Randall wasn''t
afraid of making things worst. Therefore, he called for Arabe straightforwardly, "You,e quickly
and pour us wine. How can you not understand the rules here?"
A portly middle-aged boss reached out and grabbed Arabe''s slim arm, "Little beauty, why are you
wearing a veil on your face? Seeing that you have a good figure, you must have a beautiful face too.
Take off the veil and let the guys see."
The boss straightforwardly went to lift Arabe''s veil.
Arabe swiftly avoided his impolite hand. She frowned slightly, "I think you''re all mistaken. I am not a
bar girl from here. Let go of me!"
"Little beauty, do you know who these people are here? It''s not on you to decide whether you really are
a bar girl. We''ll decide it!"
Arabe remembered the things that the manager had just repeatedly told her. He said this ce was
full of influential people in Hargrad who she couldn''t afford to offend.
Arabe didn''t want to get involved in trouble either, but she was so unlucky today for being pushed
into this situation.
"Why don''t we make a bet? A bet on whether this beauty will look ugly or beautiful like a fairy after
taking off the veil."
"Okay, this is interesting. I''ll bet on her being ugly. She would''ve taken off the veil long ago if she really
was a beauty. You must know that beauty is a woman''s greatest weapon."
"I''ll bet that she looks beautiful because this little beauty''s body is really... her body is so great that I
can''t help it, hahaha."
On such asions, men''s conversations were always unrestrained. Arabe was trapped inside and
had be a topic among the men.
Arabe was wearing a chic skirt. The skirt''s tassel was below her knee, making her look obedient. Her
figure was slender and wasn''t very curvy. However, she had a graceful and elegant demeanor of an
untainted young girl.
Even though Arabe wasn''t revealing any part of her body, her beauty was enough to surpass the
other beauties who were wearing revealing clothes in the room.
Arabe nced at Keh, who was sitting on the main seat. The man was smoking with his eyelids
lowered and was apanied by beautiful women. He didn''t give her a second look.
He looked aloof and ruthless.
Even if she were in a predicament, he wouldn''t lend a hand to help her.
He treated her like a stranger.
Although Arabe had always hoped to draw a clear line between them, she still felt a lot of pain in her
heart.
At this time, the portly boss, who was dragging her, approached to take off her veil again, "Little beauty,
the bets are all set. Let us see your face."
"Wait a minute," Arabe said quickly.
The boss paused, "Little beauty, what do you want to say?"