She Killed My Ex

Chapter 26 Be Patient. One by One

Chapter 26 Be Patient. One by One

There were only three people in the box: the customer, Gianna and Caroline. If Caroline didn't tell anyone about this, no one else would know. However, Gianna told other people in the PR department as if telling a joke.

Marissa also knew it.

Anderson said, "Fuck, does she need to be so ruthless? This Gianna is really a ruthless woman."

Hearing this, Bentley looked rather grim and then he nodded at Marissa. "By the way, bring Gianna here. I'll be waiting in Room 606."

When he finished, he turned his back and headed for the elevator.

Anderson followed behind Bentley and clearly noticed that his friend was suppressing his anger.

Anderson curled his lips and his eyes were ablaze with excitement because things were getting interesting.

Other people bullied Caroline, and Bentley suppressed his anger. What did this mean?

Anderson once again lifted his lips.

In Room 606.

Laurel and Gianna looked at the two men sitting on the couch with starry eyes. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

These two men were superb!

When Marissa had Laurel and Gianna called to the VIP Room 606, they thought some tycoons had particularly asked for them.

When they entered the box, Laurel and Gianna's eyes lit up instantly.

Bentley and Anderson were indeed big shots in Royal Club!

"Which one is Laurel? Which one is Gianna?"

Lazily sitting on the sofa, Bentley asked in a low magnetic voice.

"It’s me! I'm Gianna!"

With her mouth twitched secretly, Laurel glanced at Gianna beside her. Gianna was so mean and was about to pounce on when she saw a man. She was a woman waiting to be played with, humph!

Although she thought so in her mind, not to be outdone, Laurel also took a step forward, "I am Laurel."

The crystal table had been set up with wine and fruit plates. Anderson poured himself a glass of red wine with his eyes watching the show. While drinking a sip of wine, he looked at the two women dressed cool and coquettishly in front of him. Especially when seeing the undisguised seduction in the eyes of these two women, Anderson used his glass of wine to block the sneer on his lips.

"Who will come first?" Bentley said in a flat voice, and Anderson almost choked on the wine to the throat. He thought, "Must you say things like that? They will misunderstand us."

"Mr. Shawn, I'll pour the wine for you," Laurel said tactfully.

Not to be outdone, Gianna lifted her plump chest deliberately, and said with a tender smile, "Mr. Shawn, Laurel helps you pour the wine, and I will feed you the fruit."

Anderson smilingly looked at Bentley. Bentley nodded calmly and said, "Be patient. One by one."

Ha!

Anderson almost laughed out.

It was pitiful that the two women in front of him still did not know that the time of death has come.

At this time, Marissa knocked on the door and walked in with a suitcase in her hand, "Mr. Shawn, I brought what you need."

In the sight of Bentley, Marissa placed the suitcase on the crystal table and opened it with a click.

When the small case was opened, one could hear the surprisingly unanimous intakes of breath from the two women in the room.

"Ho!"

Laurel and Gianna stared at the stacks of bills in that case with glowing eyes. They looked at them as if their souls were gone.

The man on the couch suddenly stood up, and his model-like slender and straight body instantly pulled back the attention of the two women, Laurel and Gianna.

Bentley casually grabbed a large stack of bills. In front of the two women, he scattered the bills towards the air, and his action was incomparably dashing. "You," he looked at Laurel, ignoring Laurel's undisguised gaze, and said indifferently, "Lie on your stomach on the ground, and pick up all the money on the ground."

Laurel was stunned. "Mr. Shawn, I don't think I should do this."

"There's nothing wrong. Just do as you're told."

Laurel's face was stiff. But she was a veteran in the end, and immediately she said in a coaxing voice, "Mr. Shawn, don't make it difficult for me. What I like is you, Mr. Shawn, not your money."

Pooh!

Anderson swore that he really couldn't help himself this time!

"Marissa, you teach her the rules." No matter how Laurel flirted and winked, Bentley didn't even look at her.

"Yes, Mr. Shawn." Marissa’s eyes got cold. "Laurel, the customers are always right. The customer wants you to get down, then you have to get down. The customer wants you to drink wine, then you have to drink. As a veteran in Royal Club, why don't you even know this rule?"

"Marissa, I, I don't..."

"Think about it before you speak it out."

Laurel listened to Marissa's words, gritted her teeth ruthlessly and got down.

"Pick up all the money on the floor."

Laurel began to pick up money reluctantly.

When she thought that the matter was finally over, a command in a flat voice came overhead, "Move your waist and shake your hips. Don't look like a dead fish."

This time Laurel instantly looked pale, and she finally realized something. The scene at the moment was exactly the same as Caroline’s situation when Caroline was in Room 606.

Her face was pale and she didn't know what to do.

As the hostess of the private room, though she had been in the business for so long, she had never been humiliated by any customer like this. Her self-esteem couldn't accept it, and she was not the kind of woman like Caroline who was willing to do anything for money!

She thought that her high status in Royal Club was obvious, and Caroline the shameless wretch couldn’t compare with her.

"Didn't you hear what Mr. Shawn said?" Marissa repeated coldly, "Ask you to move your waist and shake your hips."

Laurel was greatly humiliated!

"Marissa! Mr. Shawn! I don't want this money, is that OK?" She did not care about the money on the ground. Laurel stood up in anger immediately.

She looked at Bentley furiously. "Mr. Shawn, I won't pick up those bills and I don't want them."

Bentley's thin lips lifted slightly and he said slowly, "Who says that the money on the ground will be yours if you pick it up?"

Laurel took a breath backwards and was so angry that she was about to explode, "Mr. Shawn! Don't think you can trample me just because you're a big shot. In Royal Club, you have to obey the rules here. Even if the bigwigs get to Royal Club, they still have to abide by the rules here!"

In Royal Club, almost everyone knew Bentley, but not many people knew that Royal Club was Bentley's. Of course, Royal Club was just a small industry of Bentley.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" In such a serious atmosphere, Anderson suddenly laughed so hard that his tears would come out, "Oh, god! So funny, Bentley. Someone asked you to obey the rules in Royal Club. What are you going to do?"

Bentley chuckled, "You're right." He looked at Laurel, "In Royal Club, one has to abide by the rules of Royal Club. Unfortunately, in Royal Club I am the rule."

Laurel did not understand what he meant. Marissa nodded on the side and said, "Mr. Shawn owns the Royal Club. So Laurel, if you still want to have a way to live in the future, you’d better listen to Mr. Shawn obediently. Let Mr. Shawn vent his anger."

Laurel's face looked really paler than ever this time.