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Jasmine Clark didn’t know she had been unknowingly misled by her ‘friend’.
She arrived at the Royal Banquet Hotel with the invitation letter in hand.
The receptionist at the front desk glanced at her invitation and disdainfully said, “Please go to the left room.”
“Left? Which side is left? There’s no one to guide me?” Jasmine raised her chin arrogantly.
Unexpectedly, the waiter replied curtly, “Sorry, we don’t provide tour guides here.”
“What’s your attitude?” Jasmine rebuked angrily.
The waiter maintained his disdainful expression, carelessly apologizing, “Sorry, Miss, it’s the rule here that we don’t have tour guides. If you can’t find the room, you can call the people in the room and ask them to come out and meet you.”
He had seen many such women, but he didn’t expect to encounter such an arrogant one today.
Tsk, no matter how arrogant, she’s still an escort, used and discarded trash by men, thinking herself a First Young Lady!
Just as Jasmine was about to lose her temper, a bald man approached and asked, “What’s going on? Why the noise?”
“Ah, Brother Hank, it’s you. Check if this lady is with you.” The waiter seemed to be familiar with the man who came and greeted him warmly, pointing to Jasmine as he asked.
The man called Brother Hank was the modeling agent. He looked at Jasmine suspiciously and said, “No, I don’t know her. Indeed, one of my girls hasn’t arrived yet. Her name is Suzy.”
Jasmine finally found her group and hastily said, “I am Suzy.”
“No, I am the one substituting for Suzy. My name is Jasmine Clark.
“Why didn’t she tell me she was sick earlier?” Manager Blake was upset, but after giving Jasmine’s voluptuous figure and appealing face a once-over, he softened. “Fine, you’ll do. Come with me. Director Ford and the others have been waiting for a while.”
Jasmine had never been treated with such an attitude before, but she needed the money now, so she had to put up with it.
She took off her sunglasses and followed Manager Blake into a large private room.
The large private room was about seventy or eighty square meters, complete with a circular sofa and a karaoke bar.
Quite a few people had already arrived in the room, including around ten men and an equal number of beautiful, scantily clad women, each man with a woman beside him. The room was filled with smoke, and the air was stifling. Jasmine noticed several men flirting with the women beside them.
Disgusted, she frowned, intending to inform Manager Blake that she would only accompany them for drinks and food, nothing else. However, she saw him walk over to an older man inside the room, smiling obsequiously, “Director Ford, Suzy from our company fell sick and couldn’t make it. Her friend is here instead.”
He turned his head to look at Jasmine, who was as stiff as a wooden board.
Though slightly dissatisfied, he quickly covered it with a smile and flattered,
“Director Ford, this is fresh merchandise. Would you like to give her a try?”
Director Ford, also known as Connor Ford, had many connections in the circle and influence in both the legitimate and underworld businesses. With a cigar in hand, he looked up at Jasmine, scrutinized her, and said, “Let her come over.” Manager Blake gave Jasmine a signal.
Reluctantly, Jasmine slowly moved closer, forcing a smile while nervously greeting the man. “Hello, Director Ford. My name is Jasmine Clark..”