Chapter 1312

Chapter 1312:

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The girl, sociable by nature, sat down and started a conversation. "My name is Elodie Bryant. What is your name, miss?"

Nicole simply pointed to her name tag and replied, “You can call me by this name.”

Unfazed by Nicole's reluctance to reveal her real name, Elodie understood that in her profession, everyone had their own stories and secrets to keep. "Then I'll call you Cherry."

Elodie's insistence aroused a hint of suspicion in Nicole.

Nicole chose to observe first and then politely replied, “Okay.”

Elodie seemed friendly, unlike her behavior on camera. She was noticeably excited.

“Cherry, did Deniz bother you afterwards?” I have asked.

Nicole looked at Elodie skeptically, wondering if she was a spy for Vicki. Was Elodie looking for information to pass on to Vicki?

Nicole wasn't being overly cautious. Knowing Vicki's methods, it was likely that she had someone at the club watching her every move.

Wanting to keep her own advice, Nicole replied uneasily, “That person… Wasn’t very good.”

His response was deliberately vague, neither criticizing nor praising Deniz at all, leaving much to the imagination.

Elodie didn't probe further. “But you were lucky not to have any problems. Deniz is really vile. He tends to pick on newcomers. He's overweight and not nice to look at. He often demands that we do disgusting things…”

Elodie continued, but Nicole had no desire to hear more about Deniz's misdeeds.

Rubbing her forehead, Nicole longed for some peace.

Noticing Nicole's pale face, Elodie said, "Cherry, I hope I haven't disturbed your rest. I'm going now. Take care of yourself."

At that moment, someone called Elodie. She answered and turned to Nicole, saying, “Cherry, I've been here for over a year. If you ever need advice or have questions, just ask me. “I know all about who’s troublesome and who’s generous here.”

Elodie's frankness was overwhelming for Nicole, who simply nodded and replied, "Okay."

"I'm leaving then, Cherry."

With Elodie gone, tranquility returned to the room.

Lying in bed, Nicole's thoughts turned to Austin. Her concern for him kept her from resting. At ten o'clock, she received a photo on her phone of Austin sleeping peacefully.

Vicki assured her of this. As long as Nicole worked here, a photo of Austin would arrive every other day.

Looking at the small figure in the photo, Nicole stroked it with her fingers, her eyes misty. “Austin, I’m sorry you have to go through this.”

Time seemed to fly by.

Nicole visited the Kingbel Club every day, but Jemma only organized training sessions for her.

The training was easy, and the instructor was friendly. She mainly taught Nicole how to take advantage of her feminine charm.

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