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The host announced, “The highest bid is fifty thousand! Congratulations to this mister for winning the
opportunity to share a drink with Ms. Bunny for fifty thousand!”
All the guys cheered as Gwendolyn walked down the stage. Although she had covered her body
wearing the white satin dress, it was the mystery and sense of the unknown that piqued those men's
interests.
She would only dance to one song and drink a glass of wine a night whenever she worked there.
Moreover, she requested to pick her outfit because she did not want to wear any revealing clothes.
Initially, Night City's manager did not agree to her request, but the manager had to concede because of
the impact she brought to the nightclub. Gwendolyn became the best dancer and attracted more
customers to the place after working there during her one-week tryout period.
The manager was willing to comply with her requests as long as she worked there.
The winner of the bid was a stout and burly man. He wore a golden chain around his neck and was
gazing lecherously at Gwendolyn.
Gwendolyn walked up to him with a glass of wine of her own and smiled graciously at that man.
That fat man's eyes shone at once. He could feel his heart quivering as he gawked at her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Mister, I hope that you will enjoy tonight to your heart's content.”
Just when she was about to take a swig of the wine, that fat man grasped her arm.
“Ms. Bunny, I did not pay so much cash to spend such a short time with you. You cannot leave
straightaway after drinking this glass of wine. Come over here and accompany me for a while longer. I'll
pay you more money.”
Gwendolyn tried to yank her hand free, but to no avail because of his great strength.
It was actually quite common for her to encounter troublesome customers such as this fat man.
However, Gwendolyn could take care of that issue because she had plenty of experience handling
these situations.
“Mister, excuse me, but I can only accompany you for one drink. I can help you call someone over if
you need people to keep you company.”
That man's face turned grim after he listened to Gwendolyn. He scolded loudly, “You should know your
place! I want you to spend time with me tonight. Do you think you can say no?”
He dragged her into his arms after saying that. Not expecting his reaction, Gwendolyn splashed him
with the wine in her hand in panic.
That man let go of her and wiped the drinks off his face. Then he growled, “You b*tch! How dare you
pour that wine at me?”
The next second, he swung a punch at her. Gwendolyn closed her eyes, accepting her fate that she
was about to get hit that night.
However, she did not feel the pain she was expecting. Instead, she heard that man grunting.
When Gwendolyn opened her eyes, she saw a tall man standing before her. He turned around to face
her afterward, grabbed her hand, and dragged her outside.
Kevin piped up, “Pat, are you playing a hero now?”
I can't believe him. Didn't he say that she's an old lady with a child? So what is he doing now?
Gwendolyn allowed Patrick to bring her out of Night City. She did not put up any resistance because he
had just rescued her. Despite the intense hatred she harbored toward Felicia, Gwendolyn knew she
should not be ungrateful toward her savior.
She shivered as the chilly wind outside blew against her skin.
Patrick took off his coat and wrapped the outerwear around her. He caught a whiff of her faint and
fragrant body scent when he leaned close to her. Patrick lowered his gaze to look at her in slight
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmastonishment.
The smell had invoked a nostalgic feeling within him even though he had not met with Gwendolyn
before the incident in the hospital the other day. He had a sudden inexplicable urge to stay close to her
when he rested his hands on her shoulder.
Gwendolyn pulled the coat close to herself and said, “Thank you.”
Patrick was pulled back to reality when her words rang beside his ear. He let go of her and strode
toward his car. Then he gallantly opened the car door for her.
Gwendolyn glanced at Night City because her phone and bag were still in there.
Patrick uttered coldly, “Are you still thinking about going back there so that they could bully you
further?”
Disdain was hinted in his hoarse voice, causing Gwendolyn to feel indignant. She narrowed her eyes
and thought to herself.
How can I forget that he is Felicia's fiancé? He's never a good person, to begin with. He saved me, yet
he looked down on me.
Therefore, she tossed the coat back at Patrick. “Mr. Lowen, I don't think me getting bullied is any of
your concern.”
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