Chapter 3

There was a beautiful woman in her thirties sitting in front of her. "You are lucky."

Olivia wanted to speak, but her voice was very rough. "Who are you?"

"I am the boss of 4U Club. Everyone calls me Talia. Boyce refused to pay for the hospital anymore. I can't just watch you sleep on the streets after your miscarriage, so I brought you back."

Talia lifted her chin and looked at her face carefully. "Olivia Miller?" Talia called out her name.

"You don't have to be so surprised. Mr. Clark sent you here last night, and he always had to say hello to me. According to his wish, I should let you die. But I didn't want those bad men to be too happy, so I called you an ambulance," she explained.

A hint of hazy appeared in Olivia's eyes, "Thanks for saving me."

"Don't be in a hurry to thank me," Talia said the same thing as Boyce. "What's your plan?" she asked.

Olivia pondered bitterly,

The death of her child made her desperate. She would rather die with the child than live a painful life like now.

However, she wasn't lucky enough to just die. Since she was still alive, she had to plan for the future.

After the Miller family went bankrupt because of her father, she had tasted the bitterness of life. She had learned to put off her pride and dignity and face the bleak reality.

She had a younger brother to support. She had to make money to pay for his tuition fees and living expenses and save enough money for him to go to college. She also had a big brother who was seriously ill and unconscious in bed. The medical expenses were not a small number. She did not have much hope herself, but her younger brother still had a bright future. He was the only hope of the Miller family.

"Can I stay here?"

Anna died here. Boyce would never come back to the place that he hated to the bone. So, there was no safer place in Rheinsville City than this.

As long as she could hide from him, she could stay here and make money for her brother to go to school...

Talia appreciated her red nail polish and said casually, "Do you know what this place is?"

"Yes."

"Young lady, the waitresses here are not waitresses, you know what I mean."

Olivia listened to the noise from the dance floor outside, as well as the intense sound of the battle coming from the room next door. She nodded, "I won't regret it."

But Talia said, "You have a scar on your face. No guests will order you."

"I can do hard and dirty work, like washing the dishes, and cleaning up."

Talia seemed to have heard a joke. "You? Miss Miller?"

Olivia nodded, "From now on, there is no Miss Miller, only Olivia, a cleaner of 4U Club. Talia, please let me stay, I am willing to do anything."

Talia thought for a while. Then she nodded, "You are too pretty for a cleaner. The most important thing here is to forget about your dignity. As long as you want, I can make you reborn."

Talia found the best doctor to treat the wound on Olivia's face. Other places had already healed. Only a scar on the right side of her face could not be cured no matter what, leaving an ugly scar. In the end, Talia found a tattoo artist and tattooed a rose on her right face.

The tattoo artist was skilled. Not only did the rose perfectly cover the scar, but it also made her look even more beautiful. Olivia was a bit surprised to see herself in the mirror. She didn't know what to say.

"From now on, you will be called Rose." Talia looked at her face with satisfaction. "Remember, your work is to serve the wine. Don't let the customer touch you. That's the most seducing trick..." said she.

Olivia settled down, Talia got money. Everyone was happy.

Talia even personally taught her how to be hypocritical with men and how to sell more wine.

In the past five months, Olivia had completely restrained her previous dignity. She relied on her beautiful face and delicate mind to skillfully deal with all kinds of men. Talia was right. Men were all miserable wretches. They coveted her beauty but were unable to kiss her. They could only buy wine with all their might just to see her. In the first month of her debut, she sold more wine than everyone else combined.

One day, Olivia finished her work and returned to her room to remove her makeup. Someone knocked on her door. "Rose, go and entertain the guests in the high-level VIP room."

It was Cindy, who had always had a bad relationship with her. Olivia frowned, "Talia said that I can only serve one guest every day. Today, I have already served Mr. Jones."

Cindy became impatient. "The guest orders you! You stole our opportunity, don't waste it."

After that, she frowned and urged her, "Don't forget how much Talia spent to treat your injuries. Are you not willing to help Talia attract business?"

Olivia could only nod, "Alright, I'll go immediately."

Olivia hurriedly tidied herself up and pushed open the door to the high-level VIP room.

The smile on her face froze.

Under the green light, a familiar person was surrounded and sat in the middle. Several familiar guests were sitting on the sofas around them. They were all famous people in Rheinsville City, including Mike, who she had just served. The group of people looked at the man on the main seat in a flattering manner.

As for the person on the main seat, his arrogant and domineering manner was like an invisible hand, almost pressing down on her to the point that she could not breathe.

After half a year, seeing Boyce again, Olivia felt that all the blood in her body began to flow backward.

She retreated from the private room in a panic and walked quickly. She wanted to leave as soon as possible, but a hand grabbed her wrist from behind. She was so scared that she screamed.

Mike was shocked by her reaction. "Rose, where are you going?"

Olivia patted her wildly beating chest and forced out a smile. "Mr. Jones, I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well today. I'll ask other girls to come."

"That won't do. I've already told Mr. Clark that you, Rose, are famous for your beauty. No one here is more beautiful than you. You can't let me break my promise, right?"

Seeing her pale face, Mike thought she was probably really uncomfortable. "Rose, please, do me a favor. As long as I settle this business with the Clark Group, I will buy all the wine for this year. How about it? I know your rules. Don't worry. Mr. Clark has principles. He won't make things difficult for you. Just show up and then you can leave, okay?"

Olivia said evasively, "Mr. Jones, I don't feel well. I am afraid that I will ruin it for you. You should call the other girls..."

The remaining words were choked in her throat.

She didn't know when Boyce had left the private room and walked towards her step by step.

She turned her face away in a panic, showing only the tattoo. She blocked her cheek with her messy hair.

However, Boyce's powerful fingers easily passed Mike and accurately pinched her chin. As he forcefully twisted her chin, the corner of his mouth curved into a playful smile, "Rose?"

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