Elliot said softly, "Oh." Ashley didn't expect Elliot to turn around and ask her: "Really, Ashley?"

No one expected Elliot to suddenly ask that.


For a moment, the air seemed to stagnate, at least the hairs on Giselle's body stood up, worried.

'Hmm? Ashley, is what she said right?"

Right or wrong.


Just open your mouth and speak and it'll be fine.

Ashley could sense the panic in Giselle's eyes.


Slowly raising her head, she looked towards Elliot, slowly opened her mouth, curled her lips, and smiled: "Of course."

The clothes on Giselle's back were drenched in sweat, her whole body felt like she was driving over a mountain... This feeling, she was afraid she would never want to repeat in her whole life.

Looking at Ashley in a complicated way, that woman made her feel invisible pressure and extreme humiliation.

Perhaps, Giselle also didn't know that deep down she despised Ashley, despised Ashley even more, and every time Ashley performed beyond her expectations, her insides became even more twisted.

She gets help from the person she despises, Ashley.

This is like a genius with an IQ of 180 being lectured by an idiot. She only felt more angry, not grateful.

'Elliot, if you have nothing else, I'll go to work first." Ashley doesn't want anything to do with this man, not only because of Giselle's matter, but today she only has this body left. 

Ashley turned and left. Elliot kept looking at Ashley's back as she disappeared. Then he looked at Giselle again, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes... What Giselle just said, he completely did not believe.

Does she think he only knows how to play around and has no brain?

'Are you busy later?"

Giselle is happy to be favored, does Elliot take care of her?

'No, not busy, today." Busy, which also means not busy.

Giselle nervously clenched her fists, she didn't know what he was planning...

Her heart was filled with anticipation.

Elliot's thin lips almost curled up a bit, meaning to say: "It's good if you're not busy." Putting his hands in his pockets, he glanced at Giselle and left.

Leaving Giselle in the dark, so… What does he mean?

Suddenly asked her if she was busy or not, then said one sentence and then left.

What does he mean?

Giselle felt like there were tens of thousands of ants crawling around in her heart, itching and uncomfortable. She could only stubbornly suppress her curiosity and rush to work, but today she was a bit absent-minded.

'Giselle, 6th floor, room 603."

The caller gave the fruit tray in his hand to Giselle: "Do a good job."

"Huh? Foreman, isn't Annie in charge of room 603 today?"

The foreman glanced at Giselle. "Someone assigned you to go, hurry up. Don't be slow."

'Yes."

…

Room 603.

Elliot smiled and raised his glass of wine, staring at the middle-aged men on the bench. "Mr. Troy had so much fun today, I'll pay."

Having finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the glass, put the glass down, and said: "Now I still have some things to deal with, the old man is waiting at home, you and the other bosses can play freely." He added:

'Troy, do you see that door?"

Elliot pointed to the door of the room, "Wait a minute, at this door, there will be a beautiful lady coming. This girl is very interesting. I don't want to hide it from you." As he spoke, he walked towards the room. Elliot gave a vague smile that everyone understood, and then he touched Troy's arm:

'Understood, Troy?"

"Understood, understood, understood." Troy looks gentle, wears glasses, is somewhat middle-aged and polite, and looks like an educated person, such a person is smiling right now. He smiled vaguely at Elliot.

Elliot told him: "Then you and the other bosses just keep playing, I have to apologize to everyone here. Something is going on at home, I'll go first."

When leaving, Elliot deliberately turned towards Troy and said: "Troy, don't worry, you just need to play around here, later I will call someone to bring the performance equipment, I chose an interesting girl for you. Hey, don't ignore my good intentions."

'Yes."

Elliot turned around and left the room. He lifted his feet and walked to a hidden place, leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette, brought it to his thin lips, lit it, white smoke rose, and glanced at the beautiful girl who appeared in the room, thin lips curled into a cold curve, deep eyes coldly watching the beautiful woman enter... hell.

Giselle put down the fruit tray and prepared to leave. She's just a waitress, not a prostitute. But she didn't notice that today's receptionist was completely absent from this room.

Troy called back to Giselle, "What's your name?"

Giselle was suddenly asked her name. Although she was a little nervous, she still answered: "My name is Giselle."

'Giselle, nice name."

"Come here, sit here." Troy waved his hand.

Giselle suddenly felt extremely humiliated: "Sir, I'm just a 'waiter'."