Her heart was pounding... Tilting her head to look at Milan who was opening the door, she exclaimed: "Mr. Milan, you know how to make things difficult for others. I'm just a cleaning staff, where can I get 500 thousand?"

The man leaned over, his eyes swept towards her, "Meadow will send you to the PR department, sell laughter, sell pity, sell stupidity, or sell ugliness, if you have something, sell it. People with a lot of money are really strange, you like to kneel, right? Just try it and you'll know. If you're ineffective, you can sell yourself." Having said this, the man lowered the corners of his mouth.


"But your beauty now... It's hard to say." Milan narrowed his eyes and said: "Arrange it yourself." Ashley watched Milan's tall, thin back disappear from her sight.

Ashley's face was pale, completely devoid of any color. Meadow looked dissatisfied on the side: "How did you insult Mr. Milan?"

Ashley tilted her head to look at Meadow, revealing a pathetic smile. Only then did Meadow see Ashley's lips turn white, revealing a ring of teeth marks on them. "Are you okay?" Meadow asked.


"I'm fine." Ashley stood up, her whole body shaking. Meadow couldn't stand it, she reached out her hand. Ashley reluctantly stood her ground and looked towards Meadow. Her pale face revealed a grateful smile. 'Thank you, Meadow."

'Are you sure you're okay?" She looked at Ashley, unable to even stand, not trusting Ashley's words that she was okay.


Ashley shook her head at Meadow and said the words again: "I'm fine."

Who would believe... Meadow looked at the woman struggling to walk in front of her, she couldn't help but say: "You and Mr. Milan know each other."

Meadow saw the back of the woman in front of her and immediately stiffened, but the other person asked her back: "Meadow, where is the PR department? I will take office tonight, right?"

This time, Meadow was surprised, "You.." Originally, Meadow still wanted to ask something, but the words reached the corner of her mouth, she swallowed, and changed her words. 'Let's go, I'll take you there."

On the way, Meadow tried to slow down. She had long trained a pair of golden eyes in these places. Her sharp gaze fell on Ashley's thigh. She didn't pay attention before, but now she felt there was a problem with Ashley's legs.

'Ashley, are your legs numb from kneeling just now?"

Ashley thought for a moment, things had come to this, and there was no need to deceive Meadow anymore. She raised her head and looked at Meadow. Ashley turned around, lifted her shirt, and called out. "Meadow."

Meadow's eyes followed Ashley's movements, looked behind her, to a place not obscured by clothes, and suddenly took a breath of cold air, "You..." Unable to control herself, Meadow panicked and opened her mouth. She covered her eyes with her hands, not daring to look at the woman in front of her.

Ashley slowly took off her clothes, adjusted the hem of her shirt, and looked down at Meadow with a scared expression: "Meadow, I lost a kidney, then my body became weak, going too fast will hurt."

'Kidney, kidney… where are your kidneys?"

'For charity, I don't know."

Meadow is a woman who often encounters severe storms. At this moment, facing Ashley's calm face, she didn't even know where her kidneys were. She couldn't help but tremble inside... Ashley. How can she be so calm?

'It's the kidney, it's part of your body." Meadow used a lot of strength to keep her from roaring, suppressing her voice, trying her best to sound like she was speaking calmly. How can Ashley be so calm?

Ashley smirked, "I know." Except for these two words, she did not say another word. She just looked at Meadow, her eyes firmly pleading, "Meadow, please keep this a secret for me." She also doesn't want others to know.

'You… Okay." Meadow took a deep breath to calm down. She still didn't understand why she was always so strict with herself, so she felt that the woman in front of her was a bit similar to herself.

Thinking for a moment, Meadow asked: "If you don't have kidneys, do you still want to join the PR department? When entering the PR department, you must know how to drink alcohol. Even if you can't drink, when you meet guests who like to cause trouble, you still have to have a drink or two. I have to go tell Mr. Milan, your condition prevents you from entering the PR department."

 Not knowing why, Meadow wanted to help Ashley a little.

"Meadow, don't go." Ashley quickly pulled Meadow back. Meadow saw a plea written in those eyes: "...Mr. Milan, he doesn't have to know about this." As she spoke, she opened her hand, revealing the bank card inside, a sad smile directed at Meadow. 'Meadow, you know, with my beauty, can I get 500 thousand?"

The answer was so obvious, Meadow's body trembled slightly as if she understood something - Mr. Milan wanted to humiliate and torture this woman.

But, it's too cruel...

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Three days have passed, and Ashley has been sent to the PR department for three days but she still hasn't earned a penny. Looking up at the time, 11:07 p.m., the busiest time of the night.

The entire PR department was deserted, there was only one person left in the break room, and all colleagues went out to work. To be honest, everyone in Paradise Club's PR department made a lot of money when they came here. Club Paradise is not ordinary people, those rich and noble people are extremely generous.

Even though Ashley had only been here three days, she had heard rumors that Antaram, who last time stood on the dim staircase with Elliot, had boasted yesterday that he was a rich, generous businessman and had given her 50 thousand dollars.