Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Keep him company
“What do you mean?"
“You know what I mean.”
Gary’s curiosity piqued. "Have you fallen in love? With which woman?"
Stephan couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
“If you can’t speak properly, don’t speak at all."
Gary retorted, "What do you mean? How am I not speaking properly? If you keep thinking about a woman, doesn’t that mean you’ve fallen in love?"
A flicker of bewilderment crossed Stephan’s eyes. Was that it? Had he fallen in love?
Impossible.
“I reckon it’s because I’ve had too little experience with women."
Good riddance, big brother. What on earth is your status?!
With so many admirers vying for your attention, so many women throwing themselves at you, how could you possibly be someone who hasn’t had enough exposure to women?!
He shrugged. "Right then, if you reckon you haven’t had enough experience with women, just get more experience with them!"
“I hear they’ve hired quite a few new girls here, innocent, stunning, and sensual in abundance. Shall I call the manager and have them all brought over for you to take a look? Pick whichever you fancy and keep her. What do you say?"
Stephan’s brow twitched.
Amelia sensed an opening. It was rare for Stephan, that woman-shunning type, to agree to such an absurd proposal. He promptly decided to call the manager and have him arrange for some attractive girls to come over.
Meanwhile.
Vera brought Alana to the bar to meet the manager.
The manager, seeing Alana’s stunning, top-tier looks, agreed to hire her without a moment’s hesitation.
Alana was stunned. This was far too straightforward!
So simple it made her uneasy.
There wasn’t even a contract to sign, nor any training provided.
Could this be a trap?
Just then, the manager suddenly took a call, his face lighting up with a broad smile.
After hanging up, he immediately addressed Vera: "Take Alana to change her clothes. I’ll take you both to meet tonight’s VIP client straight away."
Vera’s face lit up at once. Grabbing Alana’s arm, she exclaimed, "Did you hear that? A big client’s coming. Quick, come with me to change."
Alana felt it was all too sudden. "Well, I haven’t actually agreed to take the job yet..."
Oh, but the manager has already agreed to take you on. What’s there to hesitate about?"
“The manager said this is a major client, a rare opportunity to earn some serious money!"
“Who knows? If the client’s in a generous mood, they might even tip you a few thousand!"
“But..."
“Oh, stop dithering! Hesitate any longer and you’ll miss out on this money-making chance!"
Vera practically dragged Alana off to change her clothes.
Alana changed into the waitress uniform. The top was tight, making her chest look rather prominent.
The skirt was a short, tight-fitting pencil skirt that barely covered her hips.
But the slightest bend at the waist risked revealing what ought to remain concealed.
And she had to wear black tights.
Alana resisted fiercely; she’d never worn black stockings before.
“Vera, forget it. I’m not doing this."
Vera grew angry. "Vera, what do you mean?"
“We’ve come this far, and now you suddenly say you’re pulling out?"
“I brought you here, introduced you to the manager, spent all this time organising things, and now you suddenly say you’re pulling out? That’s just screwing me over, isn’t it?"
“How can you justify this to me after all the effort I’ve put in?"
“I..."
Alana felt terribly embarrassed.
Vera declared, "Never mind that! The manager’s already urging us along. You can’t leave now. Anyway, I’ll be with you, what’s there to fear?!"
She took Alana by the arm and led her back to the manager.
The manager looked at Alana, now fully dressed, his eyes betraying undisguised admiration. He had already sent several groups of girls to entertain the VIP client, but the client had been dissatisfied with all of them and sent them all away.
He’d assumed the big deal was lost for the night, until he saw Alana. Suddenly, he felt hopeful again.
For a manager who’d seen his fair share of beauties to be genuinely taken aback, Alana’s appearance was nothing short of divine.
“You’ll all be accompanying me,"
Upon hearing this, Vera immediately grabbed Alana and followed the manager.
Though Alana was reluctant to go, after all, she was still utterly bewildered, the arrow was already on the bowstring. It was too late to turn back, so she resolved to play it by ear.
Moreover, she noticed that besides herself and Vera, there were several other women present, dressed even more revealingly than she was.
The manager led them to the door of a private room, pausing specifically to offer a few words of caution.
He warned them that the room contained wealthy and influential young gentlemen, whom they mustn’t offend lightly.
Upon entering, they were to behave properly, be well-mannered and sensible, and avoid causing any trouble.
To avoid provoking the young masters inside.
With that, he pushed open the door, instructing Alana and the others to enter together and line up neatly in a row.
Alana noticed the private room was quite spacious, filled exclusively with men.
They were all drinking and playing games, laughing and joking.
They were in a state of utter reckless abandon.
The manager approached one man with obsequious deference, his smile thick with flattery. "Young Master, these are the last batch of beauties in our establishment. Please take a look, is there anyone to your liking?"
The man wore a red shirt and black trousers.
He was exceptionally handsome, his almond-shaped eyes radiating a carefree, roguish charm. His tone was languid. "Why ask me? Ask the guy beside me!"
The manager turned his head towards the man in the red shirt. "Ahem, ahem...”
The dim lighting in the private room allowed Alana to notice for the first time that another man sat beside the red-shirted gentleman.
He wore a black shirt and black trousers, his entire figure concealed in the shadows, blending seamlessly with the night. He exuded an air of mystery and nobility.
Alana found herself instinctively staring at that dark silhouette, a vague sense of familiarity stirring within her.
Before she could ponder the source of this familiarity, their gazes met by chance as the man lifted his eyes.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Alana’s eyes. It was him?!
Stephan was thoroughly irritated. The manager had sent wave after wave of women over, innocent types, stunning beauties, mature ladies, alluring figures, they were everywhere.
Yet not a single one piqued his interest.
He couldn’t fathom what sort of type the manager was after.
He impatiently scanned the final group, intending to dismiss them all, when his gaze fell upon a pair of captivatingly clear, innocent eyes.
Like a pool of clear spring water, pure and untainted.
Stephan froze, only then noticing that the woman was here too?!
What on earth was she doing here?!
And dressed so revealingly.
An indescribable emotion surged through his mind, darkening the gaze he fixed upon her.
Gary glanced at Stephan, assuming none of these models were to his taste. He instructed the manager, "None of these are to his liking. Send them all away!"
The manager looked utterly regretful upon hearing this.
Stephan was being far too particular. With so many top-tier beauties here, he couldn’t find a single one to his liking. No wonder he remained a single dog for so long.
Just as the manager was about to escort Alana and the others away, a young gentleman spoke up.
“Though Young Master hasn’t found a lady to his liking, I have."
“That young lady over there is rather splendid. Keep her here to entertain us!"
The young gentleman’s finger pointed directly at Alana.
Stephan’s expression darkened further.
Alana, who had just been about to leave paused.
Play?!
How exactly were they to play together?
The manager promptly addressed Alana. “Miss Alana, that gentleman has taken a fancy to you. Do go and keep him company."
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