Chapter 72
Diana’s pov
Almost as Knight finished speaking, I heard someone inside shouting “Number 72“. Immediately
after, a plump woman followed a man withrge tattoos away.
It was obvious what they were going to do.
I clenched my fist.
I could feel sweat all over my palms.
Working as a prostitute was actually convenient.
Moreover, for me, I had confidence to ensure that I would never be raped.
But… I couldn’t be a prostitute on the underground second floor.
Beforeing, Moss had told me about the rules here.
The higher the floor was, the higher the status of the guests was.
It meant that if I stayed on this floor, I wouldn’t be able to see Lewis Lee for a long time, let alone
get the recipe.
I had to work on a higher floor toplete the task in the shortest time.
“What’s wrong? Are you unwilling?” Perhaps seeing the embarrassment on my face, Knight’s tone
became dangerous. “Or, do you want to be a ‘target‘?”
I suddenly looked up.
“No! I don’t!” I shouted.
My brain began to spin rapidly.
I must say something to change the current situation.
“Mr. Knight,” I said in a deep voice before Knight announced his decision, “I feel like I can bring you
greater value than bing a prostitute. I … I want to work on the top floor.”
Upon hearing this, Knight’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He looked at me and said, “So, you know the rules here.”
I swallowed hard.
“I’ve been wandering around here for a long time. I heard someone say the higher the floor is, the
higher the status is.”
“You should know it’s not easy to work on the top floor.”
“I know.” I increased my volume, “But please give me a chance. I… I really don’t want to be a
prostitute.”
My voice trembled slightly.
Knight looked contemptuous.
“Okay, I can give you a chance, but you must pass a full–day assessment. If you seed, I can let
you work as a waiter on the top floor. If you fail, you will be a prostitute here.”
Suddenly, I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Please believe me. I will definitely not disappoint you.”
Knight just smiled nonchntly.
I knew that in his eyes, I was just a ve. I could never pass his assessment no matter what.
I should be weak, ignorant, foolish, and even illiterate. It was everyone’s stereotype of ves.
In fact, most ves were indeed like this.
Unfortunately, I was not a ve. I was Diana, who had received elite education since childhood.
Knight brought me back to the first floor.
Compared with the blood and cruelty below, the first floor was much more normal. It was no
different from the nightclubs I have been to in the past.
The lights were colorful. The music was deafening. Men and women gathered together to cheer,
shout and drink.
After passing through the crowd, we went to the resting area of the staff.
The wall isted the sound of music, and everything returned to tranquility.
Knight called a waitress.
“Mr. Knight, any instructions?”
“Take her to take a shower. Change her clothes. Then arrange her to go to the front hall,” Knight
said to the waitress, adding, “I think you should understand what I mean.”
The waitress looked up at me and bowed respectfully to Knight, “I understand.” After Knight left, the
waitress said, “Come with me.”
She took me to the bathroom and handed me a set of clothes of a waitress.
“You only have twenty minutes. Clean yourself up, and then appear in front of me,” the waitress said
coldly.
I immediately took the clothes from the waitress’s hand and ran into the bathroom. In less than
twenty minutes, I came out of the bathroom.
“Let’s go,” She said.
I followed her to the bar.
She silently took a bottle of wine from the wine rack, then filled a tray 20 inches long and 15 inches
wide with 48 goblets. After pouring the wine, she picked up the tray and looked at me.
“Alex, bring these wines to Table 63.”
I extended my hands.
The ident happened at this moment.
When she handed the tray to me, her hand slipped.
All the goblets in the tray instantly tilted in one direction.
At the critical moment, I quickly grasped the tray, adjusted the direction, and firmly held it in my
hand.
The waitress looked at me in surprise, as if she couldn’t believe my quick reflexes and excellent
skills.
But soon, she concealed her surprise, snorted coldly, and scolded, “Why can’t you even hold a tray
steady?”
She deliberately med me for her fault.
I smiled and said calmly, “Did you see it wrong? I held it steadily.”
“How could that be?” She frowned, “I just saw that the goblets in the tray almost slipped to the
ground.”
“But they didn’t,” I said.
“What I mean is that not even a drop can be spilled.” Her voice became sharp.
I still remained calm andposed.
“Of course.”
“Impossible!” She shouted, “I don’t believe that the alcohol won’t spill in this situation. If you dare to
lie, I will judge your assessment as unqualified.”
“Please check,” I said.
She rolled her eyes, her expression extremely disdainful.
Then, she casually lowered her head and nced at the tray in my hand. In an instant, the
expression on her face froze.
“How could it be? I clearly…” She stopped her voice in time.
I smiled and said, “The guests at table 63 are waiting. I’ll go now.”
I turned around and left.
It was not an easy task to smoothly deliver 48 sses of wine to table 63 in a crowd filled with
drunken people.
I observed the environment vigntly beforepleting the task.
When I came back, I had already shed a thinyer of sweat.
The waitress tried various ways to make things difficult. I was even arranged to y ‘blind tasting‘
with guests.
The so–called “blind tasting” referred to inferring the varieties, origin, approximate prices and
qualities of wines. The participants could infer solely based on the color, aroma, and taste without
seeing the bottle or any prompts. It was a game that many wine enthusiasts enjoyed.
And as a ve, it was impossible for me to have any knowledge about it.
I knew, that waitress deliberately didn’t want me to pass the assessment.
However, in the contemptuous gaze of the waitress, I urately answered all the information.
She certainly wondered why I knew so much about wine.
I casually told her a little lie that my former master was a wine lover and he taught me the
knowledge.
Throughout the day, I sessfullypleted all the tasks.
Therefore, when Knight asked the waitress about my performance, she could only admit that I had
passed all the assessments.
Knight was obviously surprised.
He looked at me back and forth, his eyes gradually bing unwilling.
“You look so beautiful,” he said. “You should be a prostitute.”
I suppressed my nausea and whispered, “But I passed your assessment. You said, as long as I
pass it, you will let me work on the top floor as a waitress.”
Knight clenched his fist, and after a moment, he waved his hand and said to his subordinate,
“Arrange her to the top floor.“? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.