I've Been There Before

Outside the private room, Gloria Su appeared around the corner. When she raised her head, a glimmer of sharpness flashed across her eyes.

She walked towards the door and asked in a low voice, “Luna, what are you doing here?”

Luna was startled by the sudden cold voice and abruptly turned around. When she saw that it was Gloria, she appeared uneasy, “Noting... l didn't see anything...”

Luna was the hostess of Room 606, yet those dudes drove her out and required Gloria to send the newly-come cleaner to the room in person.

Being ejected out of the room, Luna naturally felt unsatisfted. Since there was no one around the private room just now, she secretly slightly pushed open the door and then peeked through the crack of the door. When she saw what was happening in it, she widened her eyes in shock, and at the same time, hysterically laughed at Graces shamelessness and inability.

Gloria snorted coldly. She had asked her ˆwhat are you doing,, not 'what are you looking at. Yet Lunas answer was indeed

a very poor lie which revealed the truth “Don't wander around here. Go to the first floor to welcome the guests.” Luna wanted to say something, but Gloria coldly shot a glance at her, so she left the sixth floor although she was unwilling to. But she was still angry in heart... Gloria was so biased! She was the hostess of Room 606, but

she didn't allow her to entertain the guests here!

The guests in Room 606 were all rich and powerful - she could tell it with only one glance. What's more, they were all handsome and young.

Bug Gloria assigned a useless cleaner to do this enviable jobl

Now she even ordered her to go to the first floor to greet those normal guests.

Luna stamped her feet in dissatisfaction and resentment and then left.

Gloria gently pushed open the door and peeked through the crack. Even if she had seen countless dark sides in nightclubs, the scene inside the room astonished her.

In the room

“Quicker. Why are you crawling slowly? You don't want the rewards?”

Grace gritted her teeth and bit hard on her lower lip, trying hard to ignore the pain from her muscles, bones and meridians. She quickened her pace and unconsciously, her clothes were soaked and wet with sweats.

After being discharged from the jail, even if she was walking on the road at the noon of the hot summer, she would not shed a sweat, but now, she broke into sweats on the back.

“Quicker, come here.” .Joyce and those dudes laughed playfully. Caden watched Grace crawl to Joyce Lance, who was at his twenties, without any respect to her own dignity. Covered by the darkness, a fierce storm of emotions emerged in his eyes.

Grace James... Anger smoldered in Caden's eyes as he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Caden had never thought about why he would feel angry. The woman before him was the one he hated her guts and she was so cheap, lowly and filthy.

he didn feel happy even if he had achieved

your head. Let me see what you look like." When Grace heard Joyces swanky and contemptuous words, she was not moved, annoyed or irritated.

friend exclaimed in short and widened his eyes, staring at Grace as if she was a monster, “.Joyce, it's unnecessary for this woman to wear make-ups to

Shaw was right. Good wine is for beauty. Is such an ugly woman eligible

head and secretly heaved a sigh of relief... As

to herself. To survive, she couldn't risk drinking the wine, for her left kidney could not afford

voice sounded from above her head. Joyce smirked, “I'm a man of my words and ['ve rewarded her a glass of wine.” After finishing the words, he walked over Grace and scolded patronizingly, “Hey, I rewarded you a glass of wine, shouldn’t

“I ordered you to raise your headl! Are you deaf?” He snorted and added, “What? You

other choice, Grace raised her head. At the next second, Joyce suddenly poured the wine in the glass onto Grace's face. As Grace was caught off guard, the liquor flew into her nose and eyes.

glass on the table and curled his lips into an evil smile, “Since yoưre so ugly that I feel disgusted. l can only

to gossip with other dudes and lazily waved his hand “l'm a man of my words. You’ve pleased me today." After finishing the words, he threw a stack of notes, roughly worthy of 50,000

the ground. Grace, lying prone on the ground and shivering all over, reached out her

you to stand

bit, Joyce stopped her

notes into the big pocket of the clown costume, lowered her head, and lay

dorït forget to

trembled slightly,

herself up, and

and whistles. Grace ignored these and quietly crawled towards the