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 wouldnât 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.
âIâve been watching a show lately and learned a dance to show you.â âDance.â Weston didnât 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, didnât 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. âTake your time.â She didnât know what was going on, but without even sparing her a glance, he walked outside of the room. Belle thought that she mustâve danced poorly and instantly pulled on his sleeve. âDo you not like it, Mr. Ford? I can sing for you insteadâ¦â Weston lowered his eyes and glanced at her hand before retracting his hand. âTell your manager that Iâm having you for the night.â Hearing this, she was delighted, but at the same time curious. Earlier, he looked like he wasnât satisfied with her. So why did he suddenly want her?
Weston didnât 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. âTake good care of Belle.â The manager smiled joyfully after getting the money. âSure! We will take good care of her!â Only then did Ben leave, satisfied. After the two men left, the manager went to see Belle and praised her. âI didnât 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?â
âYes Itâs Guinevere.â
Belle sat inside the room. She was still wearing the outfit with her head hung low, unable to figure out some things.
The manager couldnât 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 Westonâs woman that made her even attractive. Knowing very well that he couldnât touch Westonâs woman, he merely said, âKeep it up! Youâre going to get so much money!â
The corners of Belleâs lips curved upward. Although she was a little flustered, she was surprised by Westonâs generosity.
âMr. Ford gave so much againâ¦â
How can anyone not like someone as wealthy as him?
But before she could savor the moment, the managerâs face suddenly dropped, and he rushed to her dressing table, whispering, âHide now. Guinevere is here.â Stunned, Belle hadnât processed the whole thing when the door behind kicked open just as she was about to get up.
âWho is Belle?â