She deliberately emphasized the word 'waiter', hoping this guest could understand that she didn't serve alcohol, but Troy and the other bosses in the room were all bosses, Elliot said about Giselle, as soon as Giselle walked in. Entering the room, the subconscious of the men in the room soon considered her an "interesting" woman.

This interesting thing could mean disagreement.


Troy paid no attention to Giselle's struggles. He just thought that if she wanted to protest, he wouldn't be angry. He smiled gently and said: "Sit down, whether you're a waiter or something else, you work at Paradise Club, even though you're a cleaning staff, you still have to follow the rules here."

This statement is very normal, does not insult Giselle, and does not cause any noise. Giselle could only grit her teeth in silence: "I'm just a 'waiter', I don't serve drinks."

However, after hearing these words, Troy and a few old men of the same age sitting in the salon looked at each other and smiled, but that smile made Giselle feel that it had a different meaning.


"I didn't tell you to serve us wine, we drink the wine ourselves. It's not good for a girl like you to drink wine."

As soon as Troy finished speaking, a bald middle-aged man next to him intervened, and chatted for a while, then the two also chatted with him, and then saw the polite middle-aged man with glasses and the others reply in their native language, as if they were communicating something, and then talk to their bodyguard in Cantonese.


Giselle suddenly understood that the polite middle-aged man wearing glasses was a businessman from Hong Kong, and the men talking were Japanese businessmen.

A Hong Kong businessman, bringing three Japanese businessmen to Paradise Club?

Even if Giselle was stupid, she still knew what kind of situation it was. It's better to go quickly. She lifted her feet and prepared to leave. Troy immediately smiled and said: "Wait, someone said you are an interesting person."

As he spoke, his voice was cold: "Bob, take good care of her."

The big bodyguard immediately stopped Giselle without showing anything.

'Sir, this is the Paradise Club. What do you want to do? Whatever you want to do, don't do anything rash at Club Paradise."

Anyway, she is not afraid, this is Club Paradise, Club Paradise is her biggest backstage.

Troy also hesitated. Everyone has probably heard of the reputation of the Paradise Club.

Suddenly, someone walked in outside the door and softly said something into Troy's ear. Troy's initially scared eyes turned to mockery. "Giselle, I just heard that at the Paradise Club, you are an expelled person. Not in the care area of ​​the Paradise Club."

In the blink of an eye, Giselle remembered what Meadow said that day. At this moment, hearing Troy's words, her face immediately turned pale. She was really scared at that moment: "You guys, you can't be rude."

"Giselle, don't be afraid, we won't do anything to you, we just want to invite you to perform for us."

'What show?"

'Wait until the props my longtime friend brings, you will know." As soon as Troy finished speaking, a super large cabinet was brought over.

The cabinet is built vertically, at least three meters high. Fortunately, the Paradise Club's cover room floor is also relatively high.

That appearance resembles a coffin placed upright, but the capacity is much larger than a coffin, at least able to accommodate three or four people.

This is a bit like a transparent vertical coffin box, it only has a top without a lid.

In a hidden corner of the room's hallway, Elliot saw 'props' being brought into the room. The cigarette in his hand had burned out, next to him was a trash basket. He put out his cigarette butt, turned around, and left leisurely.

In the room.

"Giselle." Troy laughed loudly, took out a stack of checks, right in front of Giselle, and signed a series of numbers that for Giselle was a huge amount of money. Troy placed the check on the table and pushed it toward Giselle. "I invite you to perform in a play, this is your performance fee."

'100 thousand dollars?" Giselle couldn't help but scream. She was momentarily stunned by those numbers, but in the next second, she immediately realized, such a large amount of money, what kind of performance is this? Just give that much money at once?

Suddenly she looked at Troy very warily. "What show is that?" Finally, she was extremely worried about the number on the check.

Troy pointed to the transparent box he had just put in: "Giselle, have you seen the performance of a person struggling underwater? What I want to invite you to perform is this, you come in."

At this time, several workers carrying a transparent bucket quickly went into the bathroom to pour water into the bucket.

The water pipe was placed into the transparent bucket, accompanied by the sound of running water, the transparent bucket was boiling. Gradually fill with water.

There was no color left on Giselle's beautiful face.

'It will, it will be deadly." Giselle shook her head, her beautiful face turning even paler.

'No no no, we don't dare kill anyone." Troy's smile became even gentler. "For drowning people, it usually takes 4-6 minutes. You only need to go into the water for three minutes, and we will send a subordinate into the water to pull you out."

'If that's true… Then why did you give me 100 thousand dollars?" It cannot be said that Giselle still maintains her reason when faced with a large amount of tempting money in front of her.

'Giselle, haven't you heard? People lose their legs, horses lose their hooves, this life always has unexpected moments." But to put it bluntly: Of course, they don't want the unexpected to happen, but if it happens, it can't be avoided.

Giselle's mind was chaotic, he explained it like that, it was clear... Giselle turned around in panic, what should she do? Now, the Paradise Club doesn't support her at all. She regretted it, regretted not listening to Meadow, regretted not being protected by the Paradise Club when it happened, but she knew, no matter how much she regretted it, it was too late at that moment.

Suddenly, she thought of something.