Chapter 11

"Exactly," Manager Mike explained, "This is my son, Pete." Worried about his son's condition, Manager Mike brought him back to his office on the third floor. Sarah followed as well. "How are you doing, son? Is your head okay? Do you want Dad to take a look?" Manager Mike's face was filled with worry. "No need!" After Pete said this through gritted teeth, he spent the whole time shooting furious glances at Sarah. Sarah, however, lounged comfortably in her chair, waving her hand dismissively, "That's enough, it was just a few strands of your hair, I didn't do it on purpose." "Exactly, son," Manager Mike hoped the two could get on well, he said, "Don't blame Little Peach, she didn't do it intentionally." Thanks to Sarah, Pete was now able to stand in front of him again. Therefore, he needed to appease both. After all, one was his long-lost son, the other was his benefactor. "Not on purpose?" Pete, as if hearing a joke, laughed coldly. "So if it's not on purpose, it's okay? Should I shave your head then claim it wasn't intentional and bear no responsibility?" "This... Ah...Pete, calm down, let's not hold a grudge with the little girl, okay?" "What kind of girl is so cruel!" Pete was so frustrated that he was at a loss for words. Just as he was about to let out a few more curses, he seemed to suddenly remember something. He asked Manager Mike, "Is she the outrageous police officer last night, the one this woman impersonated?" Manager Mike had choked on this question. Without him uttering a word, Sarah took the initiative to clap her hands, encouraging Pete, "Hey! Not bad, you guessed it! You get a reward of ten Pounds, but you have to go out and pick it up yourself." Pete was now like a firecracker, with each word of Sarah setting him off. Upon hearing these words, he nearly bounced to the ceiling, glaring at Manager Mike with a flushed face: "Look! Look at her attitude! Does she have any slightest sense of regret? Such a wicked young lady, I must strangle her today, in the name of delivering justice!" "It's not that serious! It's not that serious!!" Seeing Pete was about to rush forward, Manager Mike was scared and quickly held him back. "You can't behave like this, Pete. Little Peach impersonated a police officer yesterday to help me. If you hit her for that, I would feel guilty!" "We'll put this matter aside for now, but how about the time she stole my money?! It was a day's wages for me. This woman snatched it away just like that. If I don't vent this anger today, then I will no longer be surnamed Mike!" Hm? After hearing this, Manager Mike looked at Sarah, who was comfortably cracking sunflower seeds, with a face of astonishment. "Such a thing happened?" "Yes!" Pete cursed, "Moreover, this woman is inexcusably wicked. I must teach her a lesson today. Nobody should stop me!" As soon as his voice fell, Sarah reached out and hooked his neck, leading him aside. She was so strong that Pete couldn't struggle. Just when he thought Sarah was going to choke him, Sarah sternly said, "You have one chance, let the fifty Pounds go, no one is allowed to bring it up again! If you dare to harass me again, watch out, I'll tell Manager Mike what you've been up to since you left him!" Return the wages? Ah! such a joke... how could money begged by pretending to be a disabled person be called wages? Pete was full of indignation, "How dare you threaten me? There's no way I'm going to yield this easily!" "So, I did threaten you, so what?" Sarah gave a cunning smile, "Since you're resistant to yielding, I guess I'll just have to respect your wishes." She turned her head, "Listen here, Mike..." "Enough!" Pete quickly grabbed her sleeve, pulling her back towards him. His face was a mix of panic and reluctance, but he finally said, "Alright, you win, I won't say a word! But you can't bring it up again!" "Promise." Sarah patted her hand on his. It was a successfully made agreement. After they finished their conversation, they simultaneously turned their heads to look at Manager Mike. "Well, Manager Mike." Sarah smirked, "Now, there is no disagreement between the two of us, don't worry, we will get along well." "Isn't that right?" She nudged Pete with her foot, "Say something!" "Yes, yes, yes." Pete’s smile was more painful than a tearful face, but it was indeed a smile. He said, "It's all good now, don't worry, Dad." Manager Mike couldn't help but feel that the atmosphere between the two was unbearably strange. But he couldn't put his finger on what was wrong. While in deep thought, Sarah had already picked up her bag and began walking towards the door. "Well, I won't disturb you two from catching up. I'm going to go get ready - see you later~" "See you in a bit." Manager Mike adopted a benign smile on his face as he faced Sarah. After the man left, Pete looked at Manager Mike in disbelief and asked, "Dad, why are you so nice to that woman?" "She's the goose laying golden eggs at this bar." "Is there no one left at 'Black Mist'?" Pete scoffed, "To think of such a person as the money-spinner." "That's because you've never heard her sing. That's why you would think like that," Manager Mike stated confidently, "Once you hear her, you'll know how good she is." Pete remained skeptical. He glanced at the chair Sarah had just been sitting in and thought about her bag. Something about the noise coming from the bag seemed strange. He clicked his tongue, stood up, and headed towards the door as well. "I'm going to see for myself right now." Soon, it was six o'clock, and Black Mist began its operations for the day. It was the same every day recently. As soon as the doors open, the place would be filled with patrons within minutes. They were all there for Sarah's singing. Before Sarah's showtime, she was sitting next to the bar, casually chatting with the bartender. "I see that our bar welcomes a multitude of people every day. Do the private rooms get booked out every day?" "It depends, the private rooms are not always fully booked." Little Peach looked towards the second floor, she had just taken a mental tally, nearly all the private rooms were occupied, except for that one marked with an A. There's still no one inside. She ordered a glass of orange juice and asked, "Are all rooms booked today?" "You'll have to ask at the reception," the bartender quickly took out two oranges to press juice for her, "I'm not quite sure. However, I heard that Mr. Smith from the Smith Group has booked a room today." "Mr. Smith?" Sarah was taken aback. why is Wilfred coming again? "The one you served yesterday," said the bartender, "He is a regular of ours. He's notoriously difficult to please. Rich people do have a lot going on." "That's a bit-" Sarah was about to secretly discuss Wilfred's shortcomings when another figure walked up to her stance. "Why can't the rich have high demands?" With a scornful smile on her face, Vivian looked at Sarah with full mockery, "Some people have no money, they should stop pointing fingers at the rich." After she finished speaking, she snorted lightly and said to the bartender, "Ava, give me a Bloody Mary." The bartender named Ava rolled her eyes secretly at Vivian's tone, which she couldn't see. Then turned around to make a drink. Sarah saw that Vivian was still heavily made up tonight, in a tight leather outfit, giving off a sexy wild cat vibe. Upon noticing Sarah staring at her, Vivian smugly curled her lips, lifting her chin even higher. She laughingly said, "Don't get any ideas just because you were in Mr. Smith's private room yesterday. Mr. Smith is already engaged, he's not interested in someone as lowly and ugly as you— Ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a cold liquid pouring down from her head, coursing down her face and neck. She tried to get up and dodge, but someone fiercely held her shoulder down. Staring at Vivian, soaked in orange juice, Sarah revealed a significant yet ambiguous smile. She slightly leaned forward, getting close to Vivian, and spoke with a voice even colder than the orange juice. "Stop bothering me, or next time it won't be as simple as orange juice." Suddenly, Vivian shivered violently, her gaze filled with fright as she looked at Sarah. Not too far away, Pete, who had overheard everything, casually waved his wine glass and raised an eyebrow. "This woman is cruel and venomous." Although he stated this, deep down, he believed Sarah did nothing wrong. After all, some people with sharp tongues simply shouldn't be indulged. The second he set his glass down, a crowd of people poured in from the bar entrance. Standing at the forefront of the crowd, Wilfred Smith stood upright, watching Sarah who was coldly warning Vivian.