Chapter 2
Elysium was the most luxurious nightclub in A City, and it operated on a membership system.
The guests who came here were filthy rich or immensely powerful, each of them having a worth of
tens of millions.
Skr had always regarded ces like this with disdain. Never did she think that one day, she would
willingly stoop so low for the sake of money.
Being her na?ve self, she really thought that Tobias Ford was a generous man, giving her three million
when she had only asked for three hundred thousand, which would help her settle her financial
emergency.
Thus, when Jeremy told her that the check was forged, her head spun as the world around her
copsed.
Indeed, the world was a sinister ce; she had been scammed!
As for Jeremy’s surgery fee, his family had surprisingly managed to gather sufficient money after that.
Skr was baffled as to where the Lanes got the money from, since they were the ones who begged her
to gather the money in the first ce.
Moreover, her future grandmother-inw even informed her they couldn’t afford Jeremy’s post-surgery
rehabilitation expenses and needed her help.
It cost at least one hundred thousand per month. A little nobody like her could barely scrape up one-tenth
of that amount.
“Skr, hurry up. Room 301 requested a bottle of Ace of Spades. Go in and serve the drinks,” urged the
manager, Cam Cook, as she nudged Skr’s back.
Room 301 was the only VIP room in Elysium. The upants were usually business tycoons and
celebrity politicians.
Before entering, Cam had specifically told her to turn a blind eye to whatever was happening inside.
Turn a blind eye? What the heck did she sign me up for? Chills went down her spine the moment she
heard Cam’s warning.
At that moment, Skr was d in a white maxi dress and a pair of high-heeled boots of the same color.
Her face waspletely free of makeup, without even a tinge of rouge on her cheeks.
Bncing a tray of drinks with one hand, she pressed down on the gilded door handle and entered the
room, her heart almost at her throat.
The atmosphere inside the room and that outside was like night and day; it was much quieter. She also
noticed that all of Elysium’s top beauties were in here.
“Throwing yourself at me so soon? Are you that eager, prettydy?” A frivolous voice sounded from
above Skr’s head. With her head bowed low, she was so afraid to make eye contact with those inside
the room that she bumped into someone.
Moreover, the lighting in the private room was too dim, so she couldn’t see clearly where she was
heading. She looked up abruptly at the man whom she had run into, noting that he was in his forties and
had a plump figure. With a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles resting on his nose bridge, he looked like a
typical government official.
Widening herrge doe eyes in shock, Skr hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t see where I was
going.”
The man broke into a lecherous smile. “Do you think a simple apology will do? Just tell me what you
want. Don’t use this kind of petty coy tricks on me. I’ve seen more than enough in my lifetime.”
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Without another word said, the bespectacled man caught Skr’s wrist and flung her onto the sofa like a
ragged doll.
After being manhandled roughly, she frantically propped herself into a sitting position. This ce was full
of the affluent and influential. She knew she couldn’t afford to offend any of them, so she could only keep
a tight lid on her anger.
Amidst the heavy odor of tobo and alcohol, a white sandalwood cologne fragrance tickled her nose,
bringing back memories of the past.
Huh? Why does that smell… so familiar?
This scent was carved into Skr’s mind deeply, so deep that it seared into her soul. Regaining her
senses, she got up clumsily and straightened her dress.
“Ms. Jones, we meet again.” This deep voice resembled a devil’s whisper reached her ears that instant.
The man—the devil himself, Tobias Ford, leaned against the sofa and took out a cigarette from his
pocket. A flicker of light then followed.
Skr lifted her gaze to the me’s glow and saw a man with an impossibly handsome face beside her.
She would recognize him anywhere, even if he were burnt to ashes.
“Tobias Ford,” she said his name through gritted teeth.
A puff of smoke rose from between his lips, temporarily obscuring his features.
Tobias looked at Skr with a gentle smile, which surprisingly made him seem very charming and
approachable. “You still remember my name. It seems like you’re satisfied with me.”
The man, who was rude to Skr, was Benjamin Hayes. When he saw Tobias talking to Skr in a
hushed tone, his expression changed subtly, and it brought his aggressiveness down a few notches.
“Oh, so she’s one of yours, Mr. Ford. Sorry about that.”
“Nah… We’re not close. You can take her if you want, Mr. Hayes.” A cold glint shed in Tobias’ eyes.
Hearing that, Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief and leered at Skr. “In that case, I’ll make sure you
have an unforgettable experience today.”
“I’m sorry, but I’m just a promoter. I don’t do anything else besides selling drinks.” Skr’s hands balled
into fists by her sides, betraying her fear.
Meanwhile, Benjamin’s anger spiked upon being rejected in public. It was an utter humiliation for him.
Boiling in rage, he pinched Skr’s chin, viciously jerking her head upward as he examined her from top
to bottom. “Just who do you think you are?”
Immediately, Skr started to tremble, yet she couldn’t tell if it was out of fear or anger, or maybe both.
The only thing she could feel was the sharp pain in her jaw, which made breathing difficult for her. And
she didn’t like that, not one bit at all.
Acting upon instinct, she picked up a bottle on the inky-ck coffee table, thinking to teach this man a
lesson. I won’t betray Jeremy again.
But before she could bring the bottle down, someone grabbed her arm and stopped her. Tobias flung her
arm away and narrowed his eyes, his voice slightly hoarse as he warned, “Don’t ruin everyone’s fun
here. Get out.”
Skr sighed in relief, opening her eyes to re at Tobias with hatred. “dly, Mr. Ford. Thank you for
your leniency.”
Noticing the dirty look she was sending him, Tobias’ mouth quirked up slightly, but there was a hint of
frigidness to it.
Then he took the bottle from Skr’s hand. There was more than half a bottle of vodka left in it. He
looked at Skr with a sinister smile on his face as an idea formed in his mind.
“Don’t rush to thank me. I wasn’t done talking just yet… Finish up this bottle of liquor.”
Skr was taken aback for a moment, but soon her initial surprise vanished. To her, this man was
nothing but a devil, an indignity she had to carry for the rest of her life, and there was nothing he wasn’t
capable of doing.
In order to escape sooner, Skr raised the bottle to her mouth and gulped down its contents. The
alcohol gushed into her mouth and flowed down her throat, causing a hot burning sensation in her
stomach.
Seeing the agonized look on Skr’s face, Tobias draped an arm around her shoulders and leaned over
to whisper against her ear, “You’re quite a good drinker, Ms. Jones, and it seems like you’re really short
of money. Tell you what. I’ll give you three hundred thousand for every bottle you drink.”
The alcohol had already hazed Skr’s brain, and she threw all sense of reason out the window, along
with her manager’s warning to avoid offending anyone here.
With eyes that were glowing red, she stood on her toes and grabbed the front of Tobias’ freakishly
unwrinkled shirt with both hands, right in front of everyone.
Then, she roared furiously, “Tobias Ford, you lied to me about the three hundred thousandst time. Do
you know how bad you f**ked me up? And now you wanna mess with me again? You crazy son of a
b*tch!”