The more she thought about it, the more she rejected that person. The more she thought about it, the more dissatisfied she became: 'I'm just a prostitute, but prostitutes also have dignity. I want to see how much human nature can squirm or struggle, but I also know pain."

The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to scream.


She almost shouted her dissatisfaction in her heart, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered: Why does she still have such dignity?

Maybe prostitutes have dignity too, but she's the only one who doesn't.

The check-in her other hand, she clutched tightly, every number on this check was blood in Ashley's eyes.


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There was a knock at the door.


"Come in."

Meadow raised her head: "Why did you come here? Has your body gotten any better? You stayed home to rest for a few days and no one said anything."

'Meadow, I'm fine." She held the check in her hand and gently placed it on Meadow's desk. 'This time I have to bother you again. Please help me deposit this money on that card."

Meadow looked at the check: "10 thousand? Where did this money come from?" As soon as she finished asking, Meadow closed her mouth. She pursed her lips and looked at Ashley for a moment: "Did you just receive the application?"

Ashley said nothing, taking it as a tacit admission.

'Why did that person give you so much money?"

Meadow stood up, 10 thousand dollars at the Paradise club was not considered a large amount of money but it was not considered small either, not to mention this amount did not include alcohol and other expenses. Meadow put her hand on Ashley's shoulder:

'What did you just do?"

She was really scared, this stupid woman risked her life for money.

Looking at Meadow's worried eyes, Ashley's numb mind cooled slightly and then warmed up again. Not thinking that Meadow would worry about her, she lowered her eyelids: "Meadow, the other person just asked for a kiss."

'A kiss? Is it that simple?" Even Meadow seeing so much knowledge couldn't help but cry out in surprise, but the next second, Meadow muttered. Simple? No, it's not that simple.

A kiss?

Not just that.

Here she is, looking at rich people who are usually decent, revealing their bad points at night.

Those who can swing their hands are rewarded with 10 thousand dollars. This kind of man, what kind of woman doesn't exist?

Meadow looked at Ashley, not looking down on her at all, just looking at Ashley's appearance... Truly not to a man's taste.

If she said there was a man interested in Ashley's appearance... Meadow felt like there was less and less in this world.

Men always look at beauty first.

'Was it just a kiss?" Meadow asked gently.

'Um."

Meadow said even more, if today that generous guest only asked Ashley for a kiss, this really wouldn't be that simple.

'Don't see this person again in the future." Meadow made a decision.

In the end, she overcame the storm to be where she is today. With such a track record, as soon as Ashley told this news, she immediately realized that that person had no good intentions towards Ashley, although she did not know what intentions that person had towards that stupid woman Ashley Meadow knew she couldn't let Ashley see this man anymore.

Meadow glanced at Ashley who stood speechless before her eyes. Suddenly her eyes stopped at her forehead. She quickly reached out and stroked Ashley's bangs. Meadow's pupils shrank and shouted:

'What is going on?"

Meadow's movements were so fast, that Ashley had no time to react. By the time Ashley could react, Meadow had already seen it. She quickly pulled back the bangs that Meadow had panicked pulled up to cover the wound on her forehead:

'Accidentally bumped into the door. Nothing."

'Ashley, please speak clearly." Meadow was upset, how could she easily let Ashley trick her like that, her beautiful face was as cold as ice. "So you didn't rest because you didn't feel well?"

After speaking, Meadow picked up her cell phone and looked at Ashley. 'It's okay if you don't say anything, I'll call Mr. Milan."

Meadow was also in a hurry so she said this.

Meadow remembers Milan, who treated Ashley extremely cruelly.

She was afraid that if she called him now and said that Ashley's head was injured, he would be indifferent.

'Okay, Ashley, you win. I'm not calling Mr. Milan, I'm calling your PR director here."

Ashley's face turned pale. "Don't call her." Meadow was a bit surprised, but Ashley was afraid of Abigail. Ashley's face took on a pleading look as she looked towards Meadow:

'Meadow, don't call Abigail here."

Abigail already doesn't like her. If Abigail blamed her and transferred her from the PR department, then... where would she get the whopping sum of 500 thousand dollars to pay that man?

'I said, it was me… I bumped into the door latch."

'How did you reach the door latch?" Meadow is very smart, how could she suddenly touch the door latch?

'When I came home that day, it suddenly started to rain. It was raining so I felt a bit dizzy and my head felt heavy." In the end, Ashley still hid Giselle's actions.

She doesn't cover for Giselle or feel sorry for Giselle, she just doesn't want to be hated by others because of these things.

She was very scared.

One Milan is enough to make her miserable.

The feeling of being hated by others is unpleasant.

Meadow's sharp eyes observed Ashley in front of her as if she was considering whether what she said was true or false.

After a while, Meadow's attitude softened: "The wound on your forehead hasn't healed yet, please go home and rest. When you're fully recovered, it won't be too late to go back to work. I will notify your director."

'I don't want to."