Chapter 3

It was an hour later when they arrived at the Night Club. In the dressing room, Ms. Theresa kept shouting, \"ladies, hurry up. Don\'t make people wait too long!\"

When she looked at the wet Simona, she frowned and pulled a long face. \"Don\'t you want to do it? Look at the time. If you don\'t want to do it, just tell me earlier. Many people want to do it!\"

She lowered her head and looked at her toes. She didn\'t reply and behaved obediently.

Night Club was the only job that she could get so much money without any education. She couldn\'t lose it. If she lost it, her father would be dead.

So she had to endure it, even if she was aggrieved and uncomfortable.

Noticing her good attitude, Ms. Theresa didn\'t say anything more. She just frowned and said, \"go get changed early next time!\"

She nodded and smiled, \"Okay, Ms. Theresa.\"

Theresa was already more than 40 years old, but she only asked people to call her Ms. Theresa.

It only took her one minute to change clothes. At the beginning, she got a lot of criticism because she was slow in changing clothes. Later, she took the clothes home and practiced for the whole afternoon. No matter how hard it was to button the back buttons, she could finish all the things in a minute.

She found this job by accident. Although the Night Club was a mess, they had signed the agreement. For example, those ladies had signed the life and death agreement and sold them all. Of course, their salary was not low.

She had always been low-key, and even her makeup was deliberately difficult to see.

Simona\'s features were classic and gentle, which made her face look comfortable. But with heavy make-up, she looked even uglier than without makeup.

\"Simona, Maria, you two take the wine to room one.\"

Simona was taken aback. She had been in the Night Club for a long time, but she had never been there before.

Everyone knew what that room meant. Once they entered, there was nothing.

But they had no other choice. After all, Ms. Theresa was their lifeblood.

\"Sir, this is the wine you ordered.\"

Maria was pushing the door in front of them. Simona held two bottles of Lafite that had just come out of the storage room and bowed respectfully to Maria before she came forward.

These were the rules of the Night Club. Every time they entered a room, they had to bow.

The room was very dark, filled with this confused atmosphere. The wall lamp was dim, and the large box was surrounded by wine bottles. Not far away, some unusual female voice could be heard behind the sofa.

A middle-aged man was holding a young lady in his arms and kissing her passionately. When Simona and Maria came in, no one noticed them.

Simona breathed a sigh of relief secretly. She and Maria quickly mixed the drinks. As long as they finished mixing the drinks and then stood aside in silence, everything would be fine.

The whole process was surprisingly smooth. After mixing the wine, Maria took a look at her. The two of them understood what she meant and stood up, intending to silently retreat to the side.

Unexpectedly, the two people who were kissing in front of the table were so fierce that they threw themselves on the glass table and turned over the pieces of glass on the ground.

\"Who? Who put this thing here? Do you want to kill me?\"

The middle-aged man suddenly became furious. The others in the room also stopped what they were doing and looked over.

Simona took a step back before Maria. Now that Maria was exposed to the public, she attracted much attention.

No one dared to speak in the private room. The middle-aged man raised his hand and turned the young lady who was lying on him to the ground. He looked up at Maria and Simona, and his eyes suddenly lit up. \"Young lady, did you put it here?\"

He was holding a glass of mixed wine in his hand, looking at Maria with a sly smile.

Maria\'s face suddenly turned pale. She stood there, biting her lips and not daring to say anything.