For women like her, they were either successful or a failure. It was something they had considered
before joining the industry. Of course, most had went there with the thought that they would be
successful. The number wouldn’t have increased, otherwise.
She changed into another outfit that was a lot more racy than before.
Wearing a plaid skirt with a blue and white shirt, she instantly looked a few years younger, as if she
was still a student.
“I’ve been watching a show lately and learned a dance to show you.” “Dance.” Weston didn’t say much,
barely looking at her. His casual attitude prompted Belle to feel that she needed to impress him even
more. The music began and she started dancing with her might. Weston, however, didn’t seem to be
entertained, wearing no expression whatsoever. Belle was staring at him from the beginning, and
seeing the non-existent emotions on his face, she felt nervous, unsure sure if he liked what he was
seeing. Halfway through the dance, he suddenly stood up. “Take your time.” She didn’t know what was
going on, but without even sparing her a glance, he walked outside of the room. Belle thought that she
must’ve danced poorly and instantly pulled on his sleeve. “Do you not like it, Mr. Ford? I can sing for
you instead…” Weston lowered his eyes and glanced at her hand before retracting his hand. “Tell your
manager that I’m having you for the night.” Hearing this, she was delighted, but at the same time
curious. Earlier, he looked like he wasn’t satisfied with her. So why did he suddenly want her?
Weston didn’t give her the time to think and shot Ben a glance before turning around to leave.
Thinking that Belle had offended Weston, the manager came immediately, only to receive a stack of
money from Ben instead. “Take good care of Belle.” The manager smiled joyfully after getting the
money. “Sure! We will take good care of her!” Only then did Ben leave, satisfied. After the two men left,
the manager went to see Belle and praised her. “I didn’t know that you were such a huge potential;
even someone as noble as Mr. Ford would fall for you. Do you know who his wife is?”
“Yes It’s Guinevere.”
Belle sat inside the room. She was still wearing the outfit with her head hung low, unable to
figure out some things.
The manager couldn’t help but feel attracted to her. He had never found her attractive on the regular
since he was constantly surrounded by beautiful girls, but perhaps she was Weston’s woman that
made her even attractive. Knowing very well that he couldn’t touch Weston’s woman, he merely said,
“Keep it up! You’re going to get so much money!”
The corners of Belle’s lips curved upward. Although she was a little flustered, she was surprised by
Weston’s generosity.
“Mr. Ford gave so much again…”
How can anyone not like someone as wealthy as him?
But before she could savor the moment, the manager’s face suddenly dropped, and he rushed to her
dressing table, whispering, “Hide now. Guinevere is here.” Stunned, Belle hadn’t processed the whole
thing when the door behind kicked open just as she was about to get up.
“Who is Belle?”
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