Brian glared at the disheveled woman in front of him. "Do you think you have a say in this?". Brian still couldn't understand why was she pretending to be innocent?. "I know this is not up to me to decide anything, but you can't do this to me. Ayla felt nauseous as the effect of alcohol kicked in. Her stomach twisted as she leaned against the wall. "Then what do you want? Are you not satisfied with one man? Do you want several men at one time? Huh?" Brian gritted his. teeth. He was now frustrated with her. She was the only one who dared to touch his tolerance limit. She was testing his patience over and over. "I can do anything for you, but I don’t want to stay here. I will do other jobs and make money to repay you. He just wanted money, didn't he? Then he should not care how she made money. "Mr. Clark!". Anna opened her mouth. She looked at the stubborn woman named Arlene and wondered what if she was scheming a plan to escape. But why was Brian so furious with her? Brian always remained calm in situations like this. But now he was bothered by this woman's condition, maybe a little concerned too. "Let me do something about it!”. Anna held Brian's arm and led him away from the scene. "Mr. Clark!". Ayla mumbled his name before collapsing on the ground. She watched them leave arm in arm, as the nausea she had been suppressing hit her suddenly, making her throw up. Jaime frowned, then said, "You better listen to Mr. Clark. He put his coat on her shoulder and helped her up. Ayla thanked him quietly. Jaime watched her staggering away. She finally got rid of those men. She didn't have to entertain the guests of the club anymore. Anna assigned her in the kitchen. She helped in washing the bowls, dishes and cups. Every day she washed so many dishes that her hands became rough and her skin started to peel off. Even she wasn't allowed to sit while working. Her legs ached constantly, but she didn't complain. Anna noticed this behavior of Arlene and wondered how strange it was of her. She stood at the kitchen door and watched her silently washing the dishes. When they asked her to drink with the men, which was practically her forte, she desperately begged for mercy. But now, even if she was so tired that her limbs were cramped, she didn't say a word. Meanwhile, Brian was in a meeting inside. his private room. Several men fawned on him for getting the new project. A middle-aged man handed over a check. "Mr. Clark, are you satisfied with this?". "Mr. Willis, y ou are so gen erous, but. Brian raised his eyebrows a s he took the check and rea d the amount written on it. Of course, everyone was after the big project he was launching currently. He knew that the Smith Group al so wanted this project. So, it wa s time for him to meet Mr. Brown. "Mr

Clark, do you think it's not enough? Pl ease tell me how much you need and I will tr y negotiating. " Mr. Willis had been trying to . meet Brian for sever al months. He must get this project. This project w as worth milli ons of dollars. If this project succ eeded, they would mee t a grandiose profit. This was why everyone wanted to get their hands on this project. "I'm more concerned about the work plan th an the amount this time. I want to pick the best plan and for that I'll have to make a . decision by discu ssing with the bo ard of directors. Although Brian said s o, everyone knew that it was just an excuse. However, no one dared to object Brian's decision. "Sure. l'll try my best in m aking the work plan. " Mr. Wil lis nodded and bowed at him. "Then I won't disturb you until the plan is prepared. " Brian nodded at t hem before the men vacated the room. Everyone was aware of Brian 's bad temper. Once he was annoyed , the consequences were always severe. Anna came in after th e men left. "Mr . Cla rk. "What d o you wa nt now?" . Brian put down h is wine glass an d stared at Anna. "Mr. Brown, the Deputy CEO of the Smith Group, is here. He has been waiting for you for over an hour. Brian said nothing but nodded once Anna sa t down beside him and asked, "Are you stil l going to leave Arlene here at the club?" . "What's wrong wit h her? Is she mak ing any problems?" . For so many days, Brian had n't seen her. She also hadn' t come to him to negotiate. If she could do tha t difficult work, th en let her continue. She was more stubborn tha n he thought. "No, she's not arising any problems, and that's why I feel strange about her. Anna said seriously, "As the daughter of th e Woodsen family, the social butterfly in pe ople's eyes, she is not willing to drink and . entertain those men, but willing t o wash dishes in the kitchen. Don't you think, it's kind of strange?" . "It's none of your busine ss. I have noticed that alr eady, " Brian said calmly. "Okay fine. Then do you want to see Mr. Brown now ? Should I send him in?” . Anna reached for h is wine glass and poured wine in it. "I'm not going to see him, yet. Ask Arlen e to bring a bottle of wine to Mr. Brown. " Toby was waiting along with his personal . assistant Fred in an other room. "Mr. Brown, do you think Mr. Clark will mee t us? We have been waiting for over an ho ur. " Fred suspected that Brian was playing . wit h t hem. "Don't worry ab out that

I'm wi lling to wait. Toby w as dri nking. In fact, he wanted to know whe re had Brian taken Lala since she disappeared after that day. What had he done to her? H e wanted to tell Brian tha t she was Ayla, not Arlene. He had to let her go. 4% Fred didn't say any thing after that and wa ited with him silently. Of course, this new pro ject would be a big proj ect for the Smith Group. When Anna handed her a bottle of wine, Ayla stared at her, puzzled. Anna ordered , "Send it t o Room 2808. “Miss Anna, I was alr eady told I don't hav e to drink with them. Why was she asking her to do th at again? Ayla would never do t hat work of entertaining guests. "Don't worry. We won't stop y ou if you want to pleasure th e guest willingly this time. Anna's wo rds confu sed Ayla. What the hell did she mean by that? Why would she wi llingly pleasure the guest? . "Mis s An na. Ayla held the bot tle and looked at Anna in confusion. "Go ahead! D on't make Mr. Clark angry. Ayla g lanced at her. She had been safe these da ys from Brian. So, she shoul d not make hi m angry again. I She was wearing a wh ite and red dress of a waitress with an apron. Her ponyta il was a li ttle messy. She looked dirty and disgusting. But she had no choice. She walked towards that spe cific room and knocked on the door before . pushi ng it open. Toby raised his head when he h eard the noise. As soon as he saw th e person entering, h e froze in his place. "Lala?" Ayla froze at the voice as well. She was so shocked that her grip on the bottle loosene d and it fell to the ground. It crashed an d wine spille d everywhere. "T ob y?" . “Lala! What are you doing here? How did y ou end up like this?" . Toby immediately arose an d stepped forward before pulling Ayla in his arms. "Don't. Do n't do th is, Toby. Ayla pushed his ch est, but Toby held her more tightly. “Lala, tell me . Did Brian mak e you do this?" . Toby took her rough hands in his and stu died them furiously. Ayla s miled sadly. "I'm fine. It's alright, Toby. I am willing to do t his job to pay him back. As long as she wasn't getting i nsulted, she was willing to sta y in the kitchen for a lifetime. "It's alright? How is this alright, Lala? Look at your self. What's wrong with you?” . Toby looked at her hands then a t her pale face. He felt sorry for her. His heart broke int o million pieces se eing her like that. Ayla stepped away from him and said, "I have work to d o, Toby. I should leave now. How could she stand before him looking like this? Didn't she decide to stay a way from him and not become his burden?