Chapter 867 She Turned Her Head Away Disgustedly
Nina stared at the message for a while before laughing drily.
She eventually chose to ignore it.
She was like a pet, subject to her owner's beck and call.
That was such a horrible feeling!
Nina got into her car, fastened her seatbelt, and drove away from her parent's house.
She sped all the way back to A City. It would usually take three hours to make that journey, but she reduced it by half.
Soon, she found herself in the most happening part of A City.
She looked through the car window at the scenery outside. Street lamps like stars adorned the tree- lined avenue, giving off a dreamy atmosphere. She did not like nights like these.
The neon signboard read "Queen's Pub" and gave off an alluring glow.
Nina parked her car, took a deep breath, and stepped out.
The moment she opened the door, she was hit by a wave of body heat. She looks coldly at the depraved crowd on the dance floor.
The speakers in the nightclub blasted loud music, causing the bodies and limbs of those people on the dance floor to jerk and writhe.
That was the rhythm of the night.
Nina stepped past the crowd and went into the employee's entrance.
She changed her clothes and wore her ID.
That was her part-time job at night. Her salary at work was not enough to satisfy her mother's demands.
Today, she was in charge of private room number 6.
Nina smiled faintly when she thought of all the tips that she would be getting.
Room number 6 was a VIP room that served the most wealthy and influential clients of the nightclub. They were usually very generous.
Sitting next to her was Leona, her colleague. She wore smokey makeup, but unfortunately, her body was thin and flat.
She saw Nina's ID and said jealously, "Hmph, why are you in charge of room number 6 again? You're not all that pretty."
Leona was dressed in the same uniform as Nina, but Nina looked much better than her. Nina's curves were accentuated by those clothes, and even a woman would be enchanted by that ample bosom and slender waist.
Leona stared at Nina's chest jealously. She was not going to get breasts like those even if she went for plastic surgery.
Nina smiled mockingly at Leona, picked up a tray, and headed toward the private room.
"So what if she has a nice body? She's still ugly anyway!" Leona grumbled as she watched Nina leave.
She tried to push her chest up, but no matter what she did, her chest remained flat. She was so angry that she wanted to smash the mirror!
Nina held a tray in one hand and opened the door to room number 6 with her other.
It was very quiet inside, a stark contrast to the chaos outside.
After the door was closed, none of the noise from outside could be heard in the well-insulated room.
She placed the glasses and fruit plate on the rectangular table.
Overcome by curiosity, she looked around the room.
Her manager had warned her during the training session that every customer that came to Queen's Pub had a powerful background. No matter what she saw in the private rooms, she should keep her head down.
She should not even ask a question even if she saw someone being murdered inside.
Nina composed herself as she arranged the fruit plates.
As her gaze wandered to her left, she saw a tall man sitting on a bright red Italian couch and hugging two women in his arms.
His face was obscured by the dimness of the room, and Nina could only see his long legs and expensive crocodile skin shoes.
Nina turned away and began mixing the drinks.
She poured soda water into the glasses elegantly. Then, she deftly mixed it with vodka.
In the tranquil room, only some light music and the occasional clinking of glasses could be heard.
When Nina caught a glimpse of the man's face, her blood instantly turned into ice...
That was Pierre Mallory!
She was very sure that it was him!
She glared at Pierre hatefully. The man had ruined her life and made her abort her child. Her health had been permanently affected after that.
As she glared at Pierre, she discreetly took out her phone, sent a message to her police officer friend, deleted it, and turned off her phone.
"Come here and give Mr. Mallory a drink," one of the men who was inspecting the goods said impatiently.
"Yes." Nina's heart was beating wildly. She tried to keep her head lowered so that her long hair obscured her face.
She arranged the glasses in a row and began mixing the contents of each glass again.
The entire room was filled with the thick smell of cigarette smoke.
'How depraved!' She cursed under her breath as she continued mixing the drinks, trying to stall for as long as possible.
Seeing Nina moving slowly and speaking a word, the man from earlier kicked her. "Why are you so slow? Serve Mr. Mallory a drink now!"
Nina clenched her fists and brought a glass in front of Pierre. Her head was lowered.
She handed the glass to Pierre and said very softly. "Your drink."
Pierre did not move or even look at her. He casually wagged his legs.
The beautiful woman sitting on his left took the glass from Nina's hands and said coyly, "Shall I feed you, Mr. Mallory?"
Pierre did not reply instantly. He looked at her, paused for a while, and nodded.
The beautiful woman smiled coyly. She took a sip of the liquid, hugged Pierre by his neck, and their lips touched.
Under the dim yellow light, Pierre's brown and curly hair was scattered messily over his forehead. Together with his brown eyes, he was indeed very charming.
His movements were unrestrained as his tongue entered the woman's mouth.
Nina turned away, disgusted.
Suddenly, someone shoved her from behind.
She stumbled and fell on the floor, and her shoulder bumped onto the corner of the low table...Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.