Farewell, My Love

Chapter 1

[1]

In the year Bryan loved me the most, I started a relationship with a wealthy man and left him.

He swore I would regret it.

When we met again, he had already become a business tycoon with immense influence.

Everyone knew about the ex-girlfriend he despised.

He said, "She deserves to suffer. A woman like her doesn't deserve happiness!"

He didn't know I had a terminal illness.

I only had a few days left to live.

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[2]

I never expected to run into Bryan in a place like this.

With my eyes downcast, I clutched the skimpy dress I was wearing tightly.

Rhonda gave me a push. "Joanna, what are you standing there for? Get in there!"

I tried to comfort myself. The room was dimly lit, and there were so many people. Bryan wouldn't notice me.

Taking a deep breath, I followed my colleagues into the private room.

But with just one glance, I saw Bryan lounging on the sofa.

He had changed. The boyish innocence was gone from his face, replaced by a powerful and intimidating presence.

Dressed in a tailored suit, every line exuded elegance and sophistication.

My heart ached, and I quickly lowered my gaze, not daring to look at him again.

"Mr. Keller, these are our club's finest girls. See if there's anyone you like."

He glanced at us coldly and uttered a single word. "Leave."

The club owner's face changed, and he quickly waved us out. "Out, all of you. Don't bother Mr. Keller."

I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart settling down. Thankfully, Bryan hadn't seen or recognized me.

Just as I was about to step out the door, a cold voice came from behind.

"Wait, turn around."

Accompanied by footsteps, a pair of high-end black leather shoes appeared before me.

Bryan stood in front of me. "Look up."

I didn't move.

He sneered, gripping my chin forcefully and making me meet his gaze. His eyes were full of mockery.

"So it's Miss Duffy. Didn't you hook up with a rich guy? Why are you out here working?"

"Did that rich guy dump you? Hmm?"

I bit my lip, turning my head to the side without saying a word, feeling a lump in my throat.

He turned to the club owner and chuckled. "Her, and the one next to her, stay."

The club owner rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with joy.

Leyla followed Bryan to the sofa.

Bryan lit a cigarette and looked at me. "Legs broken? Can't walk over?"

"With that attitude, you think you can serve clients? This place must not be very good."

The club owner laughed apologetically. "Mr. Keller, I'm sorry. She's new here. I heard her family is in desperate need of money. If she wasn't a bit pretty, I wouldn't have taken her in."

He then glared at me fiercely. "What are you standing there for? If you don't want to serve clients, you can leave now!"

For a moment, I felt an impulse to turn and leave immediately. But I couldn't. Not now. I needed the money desperately. I needed this high-paying part-time job.

I whispered an apology and walked towards Bryan.

"Short on money? What happened? Did your rich guy dump you?"

"Serves you right."

Bryan played with his lighter, a playful look in his eyes.

He pulled Leyla close and casually tossed her a card. "Here's a hundred thousand. It's yours."

Then he took out another card, looking at me with a sneer. "This one also has a hundred thousand, but it depends on whether you have the skills to earn it."

The people around him seemed to notice Bryan's disdain for me and started to egg him on.

"Let's make it fun. Take off your clothes! I'll bet a hundred thousand for each piece you take off!"

Laughter erupted, and several people pulled out their cards.

"Come on, sweetheart, strip down, and all the money on the table is yours."