Chapter 7

Samantha firmly shook her head and softly replied, "I don't drink." She had hoped this excuse would get her out of the situation, but Wesley remained persistent. "That's fine. If you can't drink, just serve it to Leonardo." "I also don't know—" "Are you seriously telling me you can't even serve?" Wesley felt a wave of frustration. Her excuse was completely unbelievable. People often said that everyone in the club was sharp, yet she seemed utterly oblivious to even the most basic cues. "I apologize, but I have other commitments to attend to. I must leave now." Samantha bowed slightly, feeling an urge to escape. Just as she was about to take a step forward, Wesley shouted angrily, "Stop! You're not allowed to leave." Samantha halted and remained silent, afraid that saying anything more might irritate Wesley. She was confused. The club was filled with stunning women who possessed high emotional intelligence and could effortlessly charm others. Normally, when customers tried to flirt with her, her lack of social finesse led them to lose interest quickly and dismiss her. This strategy had always worked in her favor. She couldn't understand why it wasn't working this time. It was truly perplexing. Wesley's fury cast an unsettling silence over the private room, leaving everyone at a loss for words. Samantha couldn't shake off the feeling of being in an uncomfortable spotlight. She felt as though she were a caged monkey in a zoo, under the scrutiny of all around her. Everyone was baffled by her reluctance to seize the opportunity that so many others were eagerly vying for. After a prolonged silence, Leonardo finally spoke. "You may leave." Samantha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she was finally granted permission to leave. Without uttering a word, she immediately sprinted away. Leonardo frowned as she left without hesitation, showing no desire to stay. Her behavior mirrored that of the woman from that night. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, Layla had become increasingly irritating, causing him to lose interest in her. This development deeply frustrated Wesley. "Leonardo, she's disrespecting me, and you're still helping her!" "You're too loud." "Stop making excuses," Wesley retorted. "I knew you liked this kind of woman." "That's ridiculous." Leonardo's calm tone made it hard to decipher his emotions. As Samantha approached the door of the private room, she unexpectedly encountered Juliet standing right in her path. "Juliet…" Before she could react, Juliet suddenly gripped Samantha's shoulders, spun her around, and shoved her back inside. Samantha was confused. Juliet whispered, "The customers in this room are some of the club's most prestigious members. If you can't please them, you might as well go home now." "But… I'm just a waitress." "Don't you know how to serve drinks?" Just as Samantha was about to refuse, Juliet added, "If you don't know how to do it, get out of here now." Samantha had no choice but to agree. "Take good care of them, keep their drinks flowing, and I'll reward you with a commission later." With that, Juliet guided Samantha to the seat beside Leonardo. "She's a new waitress and still learning. Let's not be too hard on her. She was simply joking around. She definitely knows how to serve drinks. Right, Samantha?" Samantha smiled awkwardly. "Yes." "Well, take good care of the customers," Juliet said, patting Samantha's shoulder. Then, she glanced around at the others in the private room and added, "We've recently introduced some exciting new package sets. Would you be interested in trying them out? They're truly intriguing! "For instance, 'The Midnight Affair' is priced at 388 thousand dollars, while 'The Electric Pulse' comes in at 588 thousand dollars. Both exclusive drink packages provide extraordinary experiences, enhanced by mesmerizing performances." Wesley was thrilled to see Leonardo with a woman, feeling as if he had helped him achieve something significant. In his elation, Wesley was inclined to splurge a little. He replied, "I'll take one of each!" "Absolutely! I'll take care of it immediately." Juliet burst into laughter. This order was crucial for meeting this month's KPI. Wesley pointed to Samantha and said, "Since you're here, can you remove your mask so everyone can see you?" He was genuinely curious to see what kind of woman could capture Leonardo's interest. Samantha instinctively covered her mask, aware that revealing her face would expose her as the one who had angered Leonardo just days prior. The thought of his wrath was enough to send a chill down her spine. She might even lose her job. "This is the rule of our club. I can't take it off," she replied. Weslye was unimpressed. "What does it matter? We have the final say here." "I'm not used to it." He suddenly slammed the table furiously. This was the first time he had been repeatedly contradicted. Did she really think he was easy to talk to? "Who is the boss here?" Samantha sat silently on the couch, feigning ignorance since she had no way to argue. Wesley stood up suddenly. "How dare you ignore me? You must take off your mask today!" As Samantha noticed him approaching from the far side of the couch, she instinctively recoiled and frantically searched for a way out of the situation. At that moment, a hand abruptly reached out. She glanced up to discover it was Leonardo. Leonardo stared at Wesley. "Could you please keep it down for a moment?" Wesley shot back. "Am I the one making a scene here? She's the one being disrespectful. Who does she think she is?" Leonardo shot him a disapproving glance, urging him to take his seat again. Seething with frustration, Wesley plopped back down and muttered defiantly, "You'll regret it when you find out she's actually ugly." Leonardo ignored him and kept sipping his drink. Noticing that his glass was nearly empty, Samantha swiftly grabbed the bottle and refilled it. She chose the bottle strategically. She always opted for the finest wine, as serving the more expensive selection would boost her commission. Eventually, the drinking packages that Wesley had ordered began to arrive, igniting a lively atmosphere in the private room. To enhance the experience, the club employed a range of extravagant tricks, including lively musical performances and small fireworks alongside the wine bottles. After that, a group of attractive young women in stockings and short skirts entered, performing a captivating dance that excited the crowd. The room was filled with energy. Noticing the tranquility shared by Leonardo and Samantha, Wesley felt a mischievous urge to shake things up and add a bit of excitement to the scene. Otherwise, it would be dreadfully dull. "Leonardo, why don't you share your experience from last Wednesday night? We're all eager to hear about your first time having sex." Wesley was the only person bold enough to ask this question. Samantha's hand tightened around the bottle, momentarily freezing in place. She didn't expect them to bring up the incident last Wednesday night. It was the night they… She quickly turned to Leonardo to gauge his reaction.