Chapter 8

When Simona woke up, it was still dark outside. She hadn\'t had such a nightmare for a long time. She was locked in a closed space alone, and there was nothing but darkness and suffocation.

The only window in the room was not closed, and the light yellow curtains were fluttering.

The wind was blowing, and the sweat on her forehead slid along her cheeks to her neck. She wiped it with her hand and moved her legs, only to find that it was very painful.

All the pain reminded her of the humiliation that had happened a few hours ago.

She had changed her clothes and the wound had been carefully bandaged. It must be Maria who did it.

She rushed to the Night Club. It was already half past seven.

Maria was surprised to see her and pulled her to a corner.

\"Simona, stop it.\"

Her voice was almost full of pleading sobs. Looking at Simona, she felt sorry for her.

Simona smiled, \"I\'m here to resign.\"

She had thought about it for a long time after she woke up last night. Since the moment she was held out of the box by Maria last night, there were only two results.

Or she could live in the Night Club all the time, just like those girls who were completely out for sale; Or she could give up and find another part-time job.

She knew that except for the Night Club, there was no other place that could make her earn so much money a month, but she still had the last bit of pride in her heart.

Anyway, she owed Matthew five years, so no matter what Matthew did, she could bear it.

Matthew could insult her, but she couldn\'t let others insult her like this.

No matter she was lofty or arrogant, she just wanted to keep her only dignity, except in front of Matthew.

Hearing her words, Maria breathed a sigh of relief. \"I know a bar is recruiting people. Although the salary may be only half of that of the Night Club or less, it\'s better than here. I\'ll go with you. At least there will be a nurse for you.\"

Simona opened her mouth and wanted to say no, but after thinking for a while, she nodded and raised her hand to hug her. \"Okay.\"

When she was about to leave, Ms. Theresa suddenly ran in.

\"Does anyone of you know how to dance? Sarah, who danced today, is sick and doesn\'t come. She needs a lead dance. Fifteen minutes, five thousand dollars!\"

Ms. Theresa looked around, eyes full of anxiety. She had to change another person when it came to the idea. She could only rely on luck.

\"Wow, so many!\" Even Simona couldn\'t help but be moved by the crowd\'s exclamation. Five thousand dollars. If she resigned, the money next month would definitely not be enough. With five thousand dollars, she should be able to hold on for a month to make up for it.

\"Wow, five thousand. What a pity! I can\'t dance.\"

Even Maria, who was standing beside her, couldn\'t help but feel sorry for her.

Ms. Theresa crossed her arms in front of her chest and swept her gaze across everyone\'s faces. Impatience and anxiety were obvious on her face.

After hesitating for a while, Simona finally raised her hand heavily and looked at Ms. Theresa. She pursed her lips and said, \"Ms. Theresa, I can dance.\"

She didn\'t know how she should feel at this time. She only knew that a strong feeling was spreading in her heart, as if she had sold herself.

But five thousand. As long as she jumped on the stage for fifteen minutes, she closed her eyes and thought it was better than selling it.

Maria looked at her in disbelief. \"Simona -\"

She looked back at Maria and smiled to comfort her, \"don\'t worry. Although I haven\'t danced for years, I can still dance.\"

She had been dancing for nearly twenty years and had a good foundation.

Ms. Theresa turned her head and looked at her. Suddenly, she touched her forehead and said, \"ah, I remember it was mentioned on your resume. Go to make up and pick clothes. Get ready!\"

Before Simona could speak out her resignation, she was pushed to the dressing table next door by Ms. Theresa.

\"Hurry up. This is the dancer tonight. Put on makeup for her and come on stage in five minutes.\"