Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I glanced at the cards on the table. There were five of them.

That meant five hundred thousand dollars.

But I was already wearing a dress, and aside from my undergarments, there was nothing else to take off.

This was clearly a deliberate attempt to humiliate me.

I clenched my fists tightly, my knuckles turning white.

Bryan sneered, his eyes cold.

"Aren't you short on money? Then strip. Seems like you aren't that desperate after all."

"Yeah, Mr. Keller, if she won't strip, just kick her out."

Seeing Bryan's mocking gaze and distant tone felt like a weight on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

I lowered my head, my body trembling.

Bryan, do you really have to humiliate me like this?

I thought of my mother.

I inwardly mocked myself.

Joanna, what won't you do for money?

Yes, for money, I can do anything.

As long as I get paid.

I closed my eyes and reached for the hem of my dress.

Suddenly, Leyla's startled cry came from beside me.

She stammered, "Mr. Keller, you're hurting me."

I opened my eyes and saw a fleeting pallor on Bryan's face.

His hand, which was holding Leyla, was gripping too tightly.

He shoved Leyla away and forcefully pinned me against the sofa.

His eyes were filled with fury.

The familiar warmth of his palm made my heart tremble, but his words were as cold as ice.

"Joanna, are you really this cheap? Willing to throw away your dignity for money?"

My throat felt dry, and I looked away, trying to soothe the sting of my emotions.

"Yes, Mr. Keller, I need money."

Bryan irritably tugged at his collar and spoke without turning back.

"Everyone, get out!"

The room fell silent instantly; no one dared to speak when Bryan was angry.

There was a rustling sound as everyone left.

Now, only the two of us were left in the room.

He calmed down and lit a cigarette.

"Beg me. Show me your skills in serving people. Make me happy, and I'll give you the money."

I took a deep breath, walked towards Bryan, and straddled him.

I reached out to unbutton his shirt.

I could feel Bryan's body tense up.

His breathing became rapid and uneven.

For some reason, memories of the years we were in love surfaced in my mind.

It was the same back then. Just a touch from me would make him stiffen.

His face would flush.

If I kissed him, he would immediately lose all control, becoming wild and irrational.

As I was about to kiss Bryan, he pushed me away forcefully.

I fell to the ground, my waist hitting the edge of the table. It hurt, a lot.

He stood up, looking down at me with disdain.

"Joanna, you're too filthy. You're not worthy."

With that, he turned and left.

I clutched my chest, feeling a heavy weight in my heart.

Tears streamed down my face.