At night, I arrived at the club. The scars on my face had faded a lot after being treated, and with makeup on, only a faint trace could be seen.

The manager arrived and glanced at me. Without saying a word, I already understood.

I stood up, ready to leave.

The manager stopped me and said, "If you really don't want to, I can come up with an excuse to help you avoid it. That kind of person is not worth the trouble."

"I brought this upon myself. I'll handle it on my own."

I turned back and gratefully looked at the manager, "No matter how arrogant he is, he wouldn't dare to kill. Don't worry, I won't die."

The manager said again, "If you insist on dealing with it yourself, try to endure it and don't make a big scene."

I fell silent and couldn't help but smile, "Don't worry, the business will still go on."

As promised, I met that scum and voluntarily sat beside him.

He handed me a glass of wine and stared at me, "Have you made up your mind?"

I gently shook the wine glass, my gaze fixed on the swirling liquid inside, and nodded, "Yes, I've made up my mind. I need money."

"That's a smart woman."

Finally, he smiled and was about to reach out and embrace my shoulder.

I dodged and said, "But I'm not interested in earning your money."

In the end, I didn't dare to pour the wine on his face or smash the bottle on his head because the manager had just warned me.

Also, if I really angered that scum, I was afraid he would retaliate too harshly, and I didn't want to bring more trouble upon myself.

"You can do whatever you want afterwards. I'm not someone who cares about reputation."

Lost my job, so what? I could always find another one.

What's the big deal about not being a teacher? I can do anything.

"Very well, you have integrity."

He slowly raised his hand, and I reflexively wanted to dodge, but I held my ground and stared straight at him, fearless.

Then his hand came down and slapped my face several times heavily. Through gritted teeth, he said, "Just wait and see, you bitch. I'll kill you."

I felt that this was the most stable emotional state I had seen from that scum. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as I was about to leave, someone pulled me up. I turned my head and my eyes widened.

"Mr. Shen, why are you here?"

His face was serious as he pulled me away.

From behind, I faintly heard the scum's mockery, "You slut, so you've hooked up with a rich boy."