Ashley was just about to say no when a low voice rang out: "Good wine suits a beauty, it wouldn't be a shame to let her drink it."

It's Milan.


Ashley's eyelids drooped, hiding the pain under her eyes.

'Milan, how much do you want to humiliate me before you forgive me?'

'You say she's not a beauty?" Gregory was a little skeptical: "I don't believe it. How can there be bad people at Paradise Club?"


Having finished speaking, he carefully observed Ashley's face. There was no way to see it because Ashley's face was covered with a thick layer of clown makeup, hiding her true appearance.

'Don't believe it?" Milan's thin lips curled faintly, her eyes lazily falling on Ashley's face. "Go wash your face." Disdainful but lazy, also... very indifferent.


Ashley was kneeling and had to stand up...

'Crawl away," Gregory said from the side.

Her face turned even whiter, and Ashley's hand was held tightly to the ground... She couldn't hold it. Ashley. What is this? Is this comparable to three years in prison?

Sure enough, she obediently crawled into the bathroom in the room. There was no makeup remover, so she could only use soap to wash off the clown makeup on her face. Of course, it wasn't as good as a makeup remover to completely clean it off, but it was enough to see her normal, thin face.

Walking to the bathroom door, she just opened it...

'I'm used to seeing you crawling. I haven't seen your walking posture." Gregory smiled and looked at the woman standing at the door. "What do you say now?"

Ashley quietly squatted down, lying on the ground, slowly crawling with her arms and legs. She was originally not very agile. She crawled on the ground for a long time. At this moment, her face was sore and there was not a drop of blood left.

It's bitter, but time and time again she smiles, endures, and hides... She says she doesn't need dignity, doesn't have dignity, she doesn't care about dignity, but subconsciously, she can endure pain that even humans cannot endure, and die from pain without making a single sound.

Outside the room. Meadow appeared from the corner and raised her head, and her eyes were sharp, she immediately lifted her feet, and gently walked outside the room, "Luna, what are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind, Luna outside the room was scared and had to turn around, seeing the person behind her, that beautiful face became unnatural. "No, nothing..."

Luna was originally the receptionist of room 606, but the boys didn't want her to serve but called Meadow to personally bring a new cleaning staff.

Luna was kicked out of the room. Naturally, she was not convinced. Seeing that there was no one around, she quietly pushed the door open a bit, peeked inside from the gap, and was about to take a look, but stopped. Her eyes widened and she laughed at Ashley at the same time.

Meadow smiled coldly, she wondered what Luna was doing.

"This place has nothing to do with you. You go down to the first floor to welcome guests." Luna still wanted to say something, Meadow lightly glanced at Luna, then she reluctantly left the 6th floor. But she was still angry in her heart. Meadow is unfair, she is the receptionist in room 606 but is not allowed to go there to serve the distinguished guests.

The people who came today all had money and power, and at a glance, she knew it wasn't that simple. As for the handsome young freshman, Meadow sent the cleaning staff to serve him.

Now let her let Luna go to the first floor to receive guests normally.

Luna stomped away dissatisfied.

Meadow gently pushed the door open a bit. Although she was familiar with everything inside, she was so scared that she wanted to scream.

Inside the room.

"Hurry up. Why are you going so slowly, do you still want to get the money?"

Ashley gritted her teeth and bit her lip. She tried not to care about the pain in her femoral meridian accelerating, and her clothes were unconsciously drenched in sweat.

From the time she was in prison until she was released from prison, she never broke a single drop of sweat even though it was noon in the middle of a hot summer, with heat waves rolling along the way. The sweat on her back drenched her shirt.

"Hurry. Come to me." Gregory said with a smile. A group of second-generation rich people wearing luxurious clothes laughed and joked. Under Milan's supervision, Ashley no longer had any dignity and crawled closer to Gregory. In the eyes of the wicked, a whirlwind is rolling.

Anger burned in the man's eyes. There was also anger in his chest but he did not show it.

Milan never thought about why the woman in front of him made him hate her to the core, so vile, but inside he was angry.

No need to think about it, his goal was to humiliate this woman. Now he has achieved it, but why is there no joy in his heart?

'Raise your head, let me see," Gregory said, very frivolously and contemptuously, into Ashley's ears. She didn't show any excitement, no anger, no irritation, just quietly listened and then slowly raised her head, like a child without a soul. Gregory ordered and she followed the movements like a machine.