Chapter 4 Need more money
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But honestly, she had nowhere else to turn. Bowing her head, she kept begging.
"Just this once, help me. If not, my dad's really done for."
"No money yet gambling? Served him right if he dies! And you? Working your butt off just to pay off his gambling debts? Are you insane?"
Lucy flinched at those words, and finally snapped.
"When Dad went bankrupt, you couldn't wait to get divorced. Took everything valuable from the house and left without looking back. If you hadn't been so cold-blooded back then, maybe he wouldn't have spiraled into this mess!"
Irene looked utterly unfazed—more annoyed than anything else.
She glanced at her youngest daughter behind her. "Olivia. Let's go. Ignore the crazy woman barking here."
Lucy's eyes dimmed, all her words stuck in her throat. Tears rolled quietly down her cheeks.
God, she really was stupid—to come looking for that woman.
Just as she hit rock bottom, someone tugged lightly on her sleeve.
"Sis, there's five hundred thousand in this card. Mom gave it to me for allowance this month. I didn't spend a cent—take it."
Allowance money from mom...
She had never received a single coin like that growing up. She always thought Irene didn't know how to love.
Turns out, she just didn't love her.
She didn't expect this little sister she barely knew to help her. Her brain hadn't even caught up before her hand had already taken the card.
The moment she decided to beg Irene for help, her pride was already out the window.
"Thanks. I'll pay you back." She lowered her head, her voice hoarse and low.
Olivia Carter looked thoughtful.
"There's still five hundred thousand to go, but I'm broke too. Thing is, one of my friends owns a bar that's hiring pretty girls as hostesses. Pays really well—you could make that in two nights."
Lucy hesitated. "Two nights for five hundred grand? And it needs pretty faces? What kind of job is this?"
"Relax, Sis. It's a legit place. Why not swing by tomorrow and just check it out?"
"Alright."
She agreed without any more hesitation. She needed that money—bad.
Even if it was risky, she couldn't afford not to try.
By the next evening, Lucy arrived at the bar Olivia mentioned.
"Your job's simple—get Mr. Reed in Room 302 to drink as much as possible before his business partner shows up. If their deal goes through, fifty grand in a night is easy."
The bar manager passed her a ridiculously revealing outfit, tone flat and impatient.
It wasn't escort work technically, but this kind of hostess gig? Some level of groping was almost guaranteed.
Normally, she'd never agree to something like this. But now...
After a few seconds of silence, Lucy reached out and took the pathetic scraps of fabric. "Got it."
The outfit: tiny crop top revealing her stomach and micro shorts hugging her hips.
She looked at herself in the mirror—subtle makeup, pale face, fake smile forced onto her lips.
In the private room, Michael Reed didn't lay a hand on her at first, but his gaze felt like it was peeling her clothes off. Gross.
Lucy felt utterly exposed and couldn't relax for a second.
"Another drink, Mr. Reed?"
"You feed me."
No way out—she was in too deep.
She picked up the glass.
"Why the long face? Not having fun?" His tone sounded mildly annoyed.
"Ah? No... not at all."
Lucy forced a toothy smile, guiding the glass to his lips.
"That's more like it!"
Just then, while her hands were raised, Michael yanked her into his lap with one hand and slid the other up her thigh.
She didn't move, so he pushed his luck even further—about to grope lower.
Boiling with rage, Lucy was about to shove him off when suddenly, the door burst open...
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