Come With Me

Chapter 32 Compromise

I asked with a trace of despair, "why?"

The woman's fingers gently brushed over my face, like appreciating a work of art.

"Why? Huh, you are the angel who entered the mortal world by accident. The photos on the street are free advertisements. How many men will come here after they heard that you are here? They will specially come for you?"

My heart has been disheartened.

"Even if you're not a real star. But the publicity is enough to create a lot of value for me."

"Please, let me go. No matter how much it is, I'll find a way to pay it back."

"If you were rich, your mother wouldn't have sold you out of sixty thousand."

The woman stood up, "do you know why I chose you? The women who come to my house are either crying or willing to make love with other men, but you can calmly bargain with me even though you are very scared. From this point of view, you are better than those women. "

"This industry is not as bad as you think. It's easy to make money. If you behave well and make enough money, I can give you some pocket money. From now on, just call me Amelia here. "

Amelia turned around and was about to leave.

I climbed down from the sofa, grabbed Amelia's arm and knelt down to her. "Amelia, please, let me go. I can pay you back, and I will try to pay you back. Please let me go..."

I almost cried.

The smile on Amelia's face faded away. She shook off my hand impatiently.

"I've just praised you, but you're still immature. Okay, if you really want to pay me back, give me five million now. Maybe I can consider it."

"Five million?"

I slumped to the ground. The number sent me into despair.

Amelia smiled at my appearance. "What's wrong? You can't afford it?"

Amelia crouched down, looked at me, and patted me on the cheek with her palm. "I'll give you the best salary in the nightclub as long as you obey me. After six months, I will give you the money you deserve. I promise you can have a good living condition. Why do you work so hard outside to earn money? You are just a poor kid. Don't waste your beautiful face. "

I shook my head and cried, "no, please, Amelia, please let me go, please let me go..."

Amelia stood up impatiently and looked at me. "You really don't know how to appreciate my kindness. Do you know what I will do to deal with the disobedient person?"

The moment Amelia stopped speaking, two men who followed her came up to me.

Seeing them pressing their ten fingers, I knew what Amelia's trick was.

I wiped the tears on my face with my hands hurriedly and stood up from the ground. "Amelia, I will obey you. Don't let them touch me. I will listen to you."

Amelia smiled with satisfaction. "I like person like you who being sensible."

Amelia waved her hand, and the two returned to their original position.

"In two hours, the night life is about to begin. I'll ask them to take you to tidy up. Remember to behave well. Do you understand?"

"I know."

I could hardly breathe as I watched Amelia walking out of the room.

One of the two men asked me to follow him.

I kept watching my route all the way, thinking about how to escape.

The leading man seemed to see through her mind and said, "don't think about escaping. Once there were people who wanted to escape, but do you know the result?"

The man looked back at me and smiled coldly, "her ribs were broken, her legs were also broken, but she still can't escape the results of serving the guests."

I bit my lips and lowered my head, daring not to look at his face. His words really frightened me.

My sensibility told me that if I let them trust that I wouldn't run away, they would let my guard down.

"Six months? Really? Will you really let me go after six months? "

"Believe me, Amelia always act up to her promise."

The man smiled evilly, fingers caressing his chin, and looked at me, "but six months later, the problem is whether you are willing to leave or not."

The man took me into a room, which was filled with all kinds of exposed clothes and cheap cosmetics.

Some ladies were making up and changing clothes in the room.

"Tristan, a newcomer is scrambling for a job again?"

"This time, Amelia have a very good impression on her. All of you should take good care of her. Don't let her disappear."

All the girls in the room looked at me. "Yes, she looks good. Don't worry. We will take care of everything here. I won't let any Amelia's things get delayed."

When these women were speaking, they kept making up herself and changing her clothes.

Although Tristan was standing in the living room, these woman didn't care him and kept changing clothes.

Tristan pushed me away and said, "go get yourself dressed."

I walked forward uncomfortably and found a relatively conservative one in the thrown clothes that was less exposed.

But a woman grabbed the clothes and threw another one to me.

"You are not sincere enough. Do you want to do business for Amelia or not?"

I looked at the clothes in my hands. The dress was very short, with the back exposed, and the bottom pants would be exposed if a slight movement.

"What are you looking at? Change your clothes quickly."

I looked at the clothes in my hand awkwardly, and then looked up at Tristan who was not about to leave.

"I'd better change my clothes after making up,"

I went to sit down in front of those cosmetics, but I didn't know how to start with them.

Just then, Tristan's phone rang. "I have to take a call. You guys do it quickly."

I clenched my teeth and hurried to change into the clothes which could not hide at all during his absence.

"Don't be pretentious. This body is for men to see, why you pretentious angel. Huh..."

I could not stand the irony in the eyes of those young ladies.

Suddenly, Tristan rushed into the room and yelled at everyone, "Damn it! Here comes the police. Hide yourself. Keep an eye on this newcomer. I'll go inform others."

Before Tristan left the office, he cursed, "what the hell is going on? I didn't hear anything about it.".

Those women are very nervous too. They grabbed my hands and ran outside.

I was pushed all the way down to the basement. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Until they arrived at a particularly hidden door, the door was opened, and all the young ladies embraced into it.

With dozens of people here, we crammed in a small room which is less than ten square meters.

The door was closed again, and I entered the darkness where I even couldn't see my fingers.