Chapter 60

Allison didn’t dare to step foot into room 606 again, and she let Ashley go in with the drinks.

She never expected to bump into Lucian again in a city like Northfield.

There were plenty of waitresses on the sixth floor and a total of six VIP rooms.

But here, there were no fixed room assignments. No waitress had a fixed job. Sarah once said that only competition could bring motivation. If there were fixed assignments, work would get lazy.

Allison checked the time, then turned around to go to the bathroom.

Just as she exited the bathroom, a drunk customer stumbled out. A fat middle–aged man, drunk off his ass, yelled out, “Somebody gives me a hand“”

Allison just stood to the side, and the drunk middle–aged man noticed her; he grabbed Allison’s hand, his other hand resting on her shoulder, “Your hand is so smooth ”

A strong stench of alcohol hit her, mixed with a nauseating smell. Allison frowned, “Sir, please let go of me…”

“Isn’t this where you work as a prostitute? I’m Kurt. There’s no woman I want that I can’t have. Stick with me, and you’ll have a good life. Let me enjoy myself tonight, pretty girl”

The drunk man said as he wrapped his fat arms around Allison Allison frowned, struggling in disgust, “Sir, you’re drunk. I’m calling security!”

“Security! Even if your deputy manager Samuel comes, he can’t help you” The man, fueled by alcohol, pressed Allison against the wall.

Allison struggled, and the passing waitresses looked over, but none of them were willing to help. No one wanted to stir up trouble, and they just gave Allison sympathetic glances.

Allison didn’t expect people to be so indifferent here.

“Ah, you smell so good…” Kurt disgustingly moved his face closer, sniffing the faint scent in the air.

Allison’s nerves were almost numb from the sudden strong smell of alcohol. She held her breath and pushed Kurt away with all her might, her hands protecting her chest. She stomped on Kurt’s foot in a gap, then kicked upwards. Then she quickly turned and ran.

Kurt immediately screamed like a slaughtered pig. “Ah–”

His drunkenness sobered up instantly. “You bitch!!”

Allison ran away in panic.

Kurt chased after her, and she ran to the door of room 606. She hesitated momentarily at the door, then closed her eyes, reached out, and pushed the door open.

Lucian’s gaze turned to her.

She leaned against the door, panting heavily, her hair a little messy. Although her clothes were intact, they were a bit wrinkled, as if she had been struggling. Her eyes were full of fear.

Allison lifted her trembling head, her eyes meeting his.

She clenched her fists, “I’m sorry for the interruption, gentlemen. I…”

Her voice was trembling too.

James sensed something was off, “What’s wrong?”

Before Allison could speak, Lucian’s cold voice slowly rose, “The quality of the waitresses at Red Jack Club is really going downhill!”

James looked at Lucian Lucian didn’t speak, his icy gaze fixed on her.

A touch of self–mockery suddenly surged in Allison’s heart.

How could he possibly help her?