Chapter 4

I never imagined that the client who booked the bachelor party would be Liam Valentine.

The dim lighting in the private room cast a seductive glow. Liam lounged lazily on the leather sofa.

Surrounding him were several well-dressed men and women, all eyeing me with amusement.

Liam casually tossed a set of clothes at my feet.

"I heard Mr. Roland is quite skilled at entertaining guests," he said with a mocking smile.

"Put this on and liven things up for my friends."

It could hardly be called clothing.

A few flimsy pieces of fabric barely stitched together, leaving little to the imagination.

Maintaining my professionalism, I calmly replied, "Mr. Valentine, this is beyond our service scope."

"I have prepared a Doraemon costume and can perform magic tricks for everyone."

Before I could finish, a sharp slap landed on my face.

The burning pain spread instantly.

Liam's fake warmth vanished, replaced by icy coldness.

"In your line of work, the customer is always right," he said.

"If you won't change, I'll have to have a word with your manager."

His casual tone was laced with threat.

I knew he had the power to shut down the manager's business.

I couldn't let others suffer because of me.

I bent down to pick up the outfit.

Just as my fingers touched the fabric, Liam spoke again.

"Wait," he said, swirling his glass with a malicious grin.

"Be professional. Take off your clothes first."

"Do it in front of everyone, so you can't pull any tricks."

The men on the sofa chuckled suggestively.

Their gazes slithered over my body like sticky snake tongues.

Finally, I understood.

Liam had been toying with me from the start.

"I'm sorry, but I can't take this job," I said, turning to leave.

Two burly men immediately blocked my path.

One of them kicked the back of my knee.

The excruciating pain forced me to my knees.

Liam stood up and walked over.

He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up.

A dozen slaps rained down on my face.

"Poor trash should speak on their knees," he sneered.

Leaning close, he whispered in my ear, "Camille said her mother was seriously ill? Owed a lot of money?"

"It was a lie."

"She just wanted to make me jealous, so she used you."

"Who knew you'd take it seriously and even propose?"

"The hundreds of thousands you transferred to her, she used it all to please me."

"Every time I replied to her message, she sent me a hundred thousand as a gift."

"Too bad it wasn't enough, gone in no time."

"Even as a simp, you're a failure."

He yanked open my collar.

"Did you seduce Camille with this body?"

"Today, I'll let you seduce to your heart's content."

The men closed in.

Rough hands tore at my clothes.

I struggled fiercely.

Annoyed by the noise, Liam grabbed a bottle and smashed it over my head.

The sound of shattering glass pierced my eardrums.