Chapter 7 The Disgusting Man

'Damn this old bastard!' Wanda cursed in her heart.

When his hand touched her, she felt like a slippery dead fish was touching her skin. It felt so disgusting. Wanda instinctively flinched away from him. She trembled as she tightly grabbed his hand to pull it away from her.

His palm felt greasy in her palms. Wanda's pretty face scrunched in anger. She snapped, "Sir, please have some respect!"

She thought she was being firm enough, but after all, she was only an insignificant waitress here. Apart from this fat man, there were another two men in the room. The three men didn't take her seriously. They only laughed at her and clinked their glasses. The men unabashedly stared at Wanda's body, all wishing to have a taste of it.

After a short pause, the fat man shook off Wanda's hand and placed it on her skirt again, which had been hiked up several inches.

"Sir!" Wanda raised her voice at him and grabbed his hand again. She subtly stepped on the tip of his shiny leather shoe with her sharp heel.

She exerted so much strength that her heel left a deep dent on his shoe, which caused the man to let out a strangled scream in an unpleasant voice.

Taking advantage of his momentary pain, Wanda stumbled out of his arms and quickly smoothed down her skirt. She barely managed to stand up.

At the sight of his face twisted in pain, Wanda managed to smile politely at him but kept the coldness in her eyes. "Sir, if you have any more requests, as long as it is within my capabilities, I will serve you with all my heart. You're a powerful man. You shouldn't have to force a frail woman like me to do anything against the rules, am I right?"

As she was speaking, she carefully retreated from the room, hoping for the earliest opportunity to turn around and escape.

It was obvious to her that these men weren't reasonable people. The moment she had a chance to run, she would take it. If she stayed any longer in this room, she would only be courting death.

However, her threats didn't faze them at all. After he finished screaming, the fat man coughed heavily and gritted his teeth at Wanda. He looked straight at her.

Wanda froze and instantly knew that something bad was about to happen.

She suddenly felt a strong wave of nausea surging up her stomach, like a bomb waiting to explode. She had to grit her teeth to keep herself from vomiting right there.

She suddenly heard the man's unpleasant laughter. "Why are you so shy? You work here. Why are you still pretending to be pure? That's fine with me. I like women who seem serious but are actually flirtatious. That makes it more delicious!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two men beside him laughed along with him. Their faces were flushed red from the alcohol, and they looked like demons in the dim light.

Soon enough, one of the men stood up and reprimanded Wanda, saying, "Why are you still standing there? Come back and keep Mr. Zhong company. Don't think you can act this way just because you're pretty. Mr. Zhong was generous not to get angry with you. If you have any sense, you should come back and have a drink with him. Otherwise, you'll suffer for it!"

Wanda didn't move. She just stood there with her head lowered and her fists clenched tightly at her sides.

Blue veins popped out of her delicate hands. It was obvious that she was trying to reign in her temper.

It wasn't the first time she had been humiliated like this.

In the past, to save money for her uncle's treatment, she had tried every job she could get her hands on. There were times when guests would deliberately flirt with her. If it was a minor case, she would leave and try to forget about it. If it was more serious, she would turn against them at the cost of her job. She could always find another part-time job, and she prioritized her integrity and purity above all else. No one could trample on her so easily.

But now, things were different.

There was no room for her to leave here.

She signed an agreement with Quincy, so she wouldn't be able to leave so easily. Not to mention that the security was tight in this place. It would be impossible for her to escape. If she did manage to escape, she would have to pay a steep price.

Last time, Quincy threatened to cut off her uncle's hand. What would he threaten her with next in she escaped? A foot? An eye? Or maybe even… her uncle's life?

When she thought back to Quincy's foxlike eyes, she could see that he was smiling. However, instead of comforting her with a smile, the malicious and insidious look in his eyes made her feel cold all over.

Quincy had no regard for other's lives. Everyone was disposable to him. He was always superior to those around him, like a god overlooking the humble mortals beneath him.

Wanda couldn't help but shiver at the thought, and her entire body froze.

The eyes she was picturing in her mind was like a warning. They were telling her not to cross the line.

She believed with her whole heart that Quincy was capable of killing anybody.

He didn't even have to do it himself. He only needed to arch a brow to determine whether someone would live or die.

It was unfair. The world was so unfair.

Wanda was in despair, and her eyes looked unfocused. She seemed to be in a daze.

The man became anxious as he observed the look in her eyes. He frowned and warned her fiercely, "Mr. Zhong wants to touch you. Even if he fucked you here right now, you wouldn't be able to sue him! You're just a prostitute! It was enough to pretend a few times, but it would be unwise for you to continue! Be sensible and sit back or…"

At the sound of his threats, there was a sudden roar in Wanda's ears. Her blood seemed to surge within her, making her stand straight up, like a sharp sword that had just been unsheathed. She looked at the man ordering her with sharp eyes.

The man was appalled by the defiance in her eyes. Before he could say anything else, the delicate beauty smiled at him and said, "Fuck you, motherfucker."