"Okay, so let me get this straight," Victor began, his voice calm and calculated. "The woman who offered you that deal wants to trap that tramp in the bar and have him involved with a sexual worker. Am I right?" "Yes, Victor," Georgia affirmed. "And once this plan succeeds, she promises to clear your family's and my name from the money laundering and drug allegations and return the Millen's company to you. Is it true?" “Yes, Victor. It’s true. But before that, we must make that tramp viral.” Victor fell into thoughtful silence, his mind running through the potential scenarios. He knew that arranging the situation in the bar wouldn't be too difficult with his vast connections. He could pull strings to ensure everything went as planned. As for the sexual worker… Victor had a few of his favorites that he could call upon, and was ready to assist anytime! “But Victor… The sexual worker that she wants is not a usual worker. I mean... It's not like the normal sexual worker we all know,
Greg frowned as he heard the sobbing on the other end of the line. Confusion swirled in his mind as he tried to process why this person would call him in such a state.“Hi, Who is this? Why are you crying?” Greg asked, but the caller didn’t answer his question and continued to cry.As he considered hanging up, the caller suddenly responded in a choked voice. “Hiks…Greg…It’s me, it’s me, Georgia.”Georgia?“Why did she suddenly call me?” Greg thought, feeling more confused, but he quickly regained his composure, dismissing those thoughts."What do you want?" he asked, in a distant and cold voice."Hiks... Greg,... I... I just want to talk," Georgia managed to say amid her tears. Greg’s eyes narrowed at her request. After all that had happened, she still had the audacity to reach him?“Li—Listen, Greg…I—I know that I hurt you, and I’m really sorry about it. I really do, Greg. But please, now I’m in trouble, and If it’s not you then… I don’t know who else to turn to! Oh… Please Greg, p
“Can you tell me what she looks like?"***Mara looked puzzled as Greg asked her to repeat about the fancy girl she saw at Georgia's house. She furrowed her eyebrows, trying to recall the encounter.“Oh, yeah,” Mara began, “Well, I was waiting for Georgia to answer the door, and while I was standing there… I notice a woman walking down the hallway inside her house. She had this air of confidence and elegance that I couldn’t ignore.”Greg leaned in, his curiosity piqued. “What did she look like?”Mara took a moment to gather her thoughts, trying to paint a picture of the mysterious woman in her mind. “She was wearing a sleek black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair was long and styled in loose waves, cascading over her shoulders. And… She was carrying a branded purse with the letter ‘H’ on it.”"Is that it? Is there nothing else you remember about their appearance?" " Greg probed further, his mind racing with thoughts.Mara paused, trying to dig deeper into her memory.
Krinnggggg.... Kringggg....TUT!Krinnggggg.... Kringggg....Kringggggg“UGHH!!! Why do they keep calling me?! Didn't I already send them what they wanted last night? Tsk! What's so hard about letting me live peacefully for once..." the man grumbled, but in the end, he decided to pick up the call.PIP!“Hey! Stop calling me! Haven't I already given you what you want?"…"You want another update?! What do you want to know this time?”…sigh "Alright, alright. Fine! I’ll gather the details you need, but remember, this is the last time, okay? I don’t want to be involved any further.”…“Yeah…Yeah, okay, okay. Without you telling me, I’ll keep an eye on him. After all, it's my duty to keep a watchful eye on him. Now stop calling me. I'm already here, and I don't want to arouse suspicion if he sees me again. He's already suspicious enough as it is."PIP!With the call over, the first voice leaned back, a mix of frustration and concern on its face.“What did I do to get involved in this mess
Time seemed to stand still as Greg’s mind struggled to comprehend what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe his eyes!The waitress at the cafe was dressed like a school girl!Greg blinked, trying to process the sight before him. Was this some kind of costume? A uniform for the cafe? But that’s impossible since no one wears a uniform here.As his mind raced, trying to search for a logical explanation, one of the waitresses noticed his reaction and approached him with a smile."Is there something wrong, sir?" she inquired politely.“Oh, it’s nothing. I just noticed that the waitress over there is wearing a school uniform and I was wondering if she was actually a student,” Greg said. “It’s a bit unusual to see someone in a school uniform working in a cafe, right?”“Ah, I see…” The waitress chuckled lightly. “Well, don’t worry. That waitress is not a student. She’s just a cosplayer. You know how youngsters these days love to cosplay, right? It's a way for her to express herself while workin
KRUUKKKK~~~ Greg immediately stopped in his tracks as he heard the loud rumbling sound. His brows furrowed in confusion, and when he found the school girl, looking embarrassed and apologetic. "I—I'm sorry!" The school girl stammered, her cheeks turning pink. "My stomach's been acting up since morning, and it's making all these weird noises..." she lied, making Greg chuckle. "No need to apologize, it can happen to anyone," he said with a reassuring smile. "Actually… I was planning to grab something to eat. Do you want to join me?" The school girl hesitated for a moment. She couldn't help but feel reluctant with Greg’s offer, remembering he just helped her earlier, and she didn't want to inconvenience him further. "I-I don't want to trouble you, really," The school girl murmured, trying to decline politely. But after she said that, her stomach started rumbling again, and this time, it was louder than before, which made her more embarrassed. Hearing that, Greg raised an eyebrow play
After finishing their meal at the fast-food restaurant, Greg and Tina walked out into the bustling city streets. The cool evening air brought a sense of comfort, and Tina felt a warm gratitude towards Greg for the delightful company and the delicious meal they had shared.“Thank you so much for treating me, Greg. You didn’t have to do this, but you still did it and I really appreciate it,” she said sincerely.“You don’t need to thank me,” Greg replied with a warm smile. “I had a great time, and it's nice to see you enjoy the food.”Tina smiled back, her heart feeling lighter than before. Greg had an air of kindness that made her feel at ease, and she was grateful to have met him. But before they could part ways, Greg had one more thing to say.“You know, Tina,” Greg began, looking thoughtful. “I want you to keep that determination alive. Keep working hard and believing in yourself until you make it to GVR Company. Your dreams are not impossible, and sometimes, it's the belief in ours
The city lights shimmered on the sleek surface of the Bentley as it came to a stop in front of the bar. Greg stepped out of the car, scanning the area. “So this is the place, huh?”Dylan, standing beside him, nodded. "Yes, this is the place," he confirmed, his eyes sharp and vigilant. Greg acknowledged Dylan's response with a nod and began walking toward the entrance of the bar. As he approached, he noticed the vibrant atmosphere inside, the sounds of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air.Meanwhile, in the hidden room not far from the bar, a mysterious figure, shrouded in a dark coat with their face obscured by a hood, received a message on their phone. The message read, "Are the girls ready?"The figure quickly typed a reply, "Yes, they’re ready. I've made all the arrangements, and they'll be ready in ten minutes."The sender responded with a simple, "Good. Keep up the good work. Make sure you don't make any mistake or Mr. Hill will be angry with us."Back at the bar’s ent