She Killed My Ex

Chapter 17 To Humiliate Her More

Chapter 17 To Humiliate Her More

Outside the box, Marissa appeared around the corner. When she looked up, her eyes suddenly sharpened. She raised his feet and walked quietly to the door of the box. "Laurel, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind her. Laurel turned her head in fear outside the box. After seeing the people behind her, she got uneasy. "No... nothing."

Laurel was the hostess of Room 606. Those playboys didn't want her to serve them. Instead, they asked Marissa to send the new cleaner over herself.

Laurel was banished from the box. Naturally, she was angry. There was no one around, so Laurel quietly opened the door of the box a crack. The moment she peered inside, her eyes widened in shock. She deeply despised Caroline in her heart.

Marissa sneered. Her question was "what are you doing", not "what are you looking at?" But Laurel made a confession without duress.

"It's none of your business here. Go to the first floor to serve the customers." Laurel wanted to say something, but Marissa glanced at her. Laurel reluctantly left the sixth floor. However, she was angry at Marissa's injustice. She was the hostess of Room 606 but was not allowed to go in.

Those who came here today were all rich and powerful. Besides, they were all young and handsome. What a good thing! But Marissa arranged for this useless cleaner to serve them. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Now Marissa let her go to the first floor to serve the ordinary customers.

Laurel stomped off angrily.

Marissa gently opened the door a crack. The scene in it made her, who had experienced life, very shocked.

In the box

"Crawl fast! You're so slow! Don't you want the money?"

Caroline bit her lips hard and tried to ignore the pain in her body. She sped up and her clothes were soaked with sweat unknowingly.

Since she got out of prison, she hadn't shed a drop of sweat, even on the road on a hot summer afternoon. But now, her back was full of sweat.

"Hurry up! Climb over," Mr. Mason said with a smile. A group of rich playboys around him were laughing. Under Bentley's gaze, Caroline climbed up to Mr. Mason, who was only 20, with no dignity. In the dark, Bentley's eyes were full of violence!

Caroline! There was a fire in his eyes and a gloomy feeling in his heart.

Bentley never considered why he was angry when he saw the woman whom he hated very much become so ignoble.

What's more, his purpose was to humiliate Caroline. But why was he unhappy at all after he got what he wanted?

"Look up." Mr. Mason ordered in a haughty tone. Caroline was impervious and not angry. She only obediently raised her head, just like a wooden doll without a soul. She would do whatever Mr. Mason wanted her to do.

"Good heavens! What the hell!" The partner behind Mr. Mason exclaimed, staring at Caroline as if he was seeing a monster. "Mr. Mason, this woman doesn't need make-up, just like a clown."

"Mr. Mason, Mr. Shawn is right. None but the fair deserve the wine. She's too ugly to drink your wine." These playboys began to clamor.

Caroline lowered her head and breathed a sigh of relief. As long as she wasn't forced to drink, she could do anything!

Her life, from the moment the stupid girl died, no longer belonged to herself. To stay alive, she couldn't risk drinking. She had lost a kidney and couldn't drink spirits anymore.

"No," Mr. Mason said with an evil smile. "I said I'd reward her with wine. So she must drink. I'll keep my word." Then he stood in front of Caroline and scolded, "I'll reward you with wine. Why don't you still look up?"

Seeing that Caroline didn't move, Mr. Mason shouted with some displeasure, "Look up? Are you deaf?" He sneered, "Do you need me to send someone to help you?"

Caroline forced her head up. The next second, with a clatter, Mr. Mason poured all the whisky in the glass on Caroline's face. Caroline was taken by surprise. The liquor got into her nose and eyes. Caroline coughed violently, and her face turned pale.

Mr. Mason put the glass on the crystal table and said with a nasty smile, "You look so disgusting. So I can only reward you in this way."

Then he laughed with the people around him and then waved his hand. "I'll keep my word. Today, you make me happy." Then he threw fifty thousand dollars at Caroline and shouted coldly, "Take the money and go away. My eyes hurt when I look at you."

The money hit Caroline in the face and fell to the ground. Caroline was still lying on the ground on all fours. She stretched out her trembling hands and almost exhausted all her strength to catch the banknotes on the ground.

"Did I ask you to stand up?"

When Caroline was about to move, Mr. Mason spoke with a smile again.

Putting all the money into the big pocket of the clown suit, Caroline lowered her head and was still down on the ground.

"Hey! Don't forget to wag your tail!"

Caroline trembled a little and then slowly raised her right hand, right leg, left hand, left leg, and shook her hips.

In the cheers and jeers, Caroline quietly crawled away on all fours.

From beginning to end, she didn't look at the man hidden in the darkness on the sofa.

When the door of the box was closed again, all kinds of sounds were completely isolated behind the door. At the same time, it seemed to have taken something from Caroline.

Caroline didn't know what it was. Vaguely, she knew that she was no longer the same as before. In fact, she had already been different, but today, it was the last layer of shame that had been uncovered.

One hand appeared in front of her. "Let me help you."

However, Caroline flinched as if she was scalded. She raised her head. Seeing the person in front of her, she called "Marissa" subconsciously. Then she didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, Caroline managed to force a smile at her and said, "I'm fine."

Marissa's breathing paused for a moment. How could she be fine?

"I'm fine." The woman who looked humble said firmly.

Marissa's breathing paused for a moment again. Are you really fine, Caroline?

She really wanted to roar at Caroline, but these words stuck in her throat and she couldn't say a word.

"Marissa, this money." Caroline leaned half against the wall, tried to support her body, and slowly took out all the money that she worked as a clown from the pocket. "Marissa, please help me deposit it in the bank card."

Marissa watched her take out the bank card Bentley gave her from her pocket again. What was the reason that she could carry this bank card with her?