Chapter 2

Quincy trembled with fear. Her forehead was covered in dense, cold sweat. She immediately regretted her actions. She was wrong to have assumed that she could have been rescued by strangers.

Even as she shook with fear, Quincy found her body forcibly dragged out of the car by the driver. She was mercilessly thrown to the ground. The people who were chasing her stopped running directly in front of her.

She looked up blankly at the three burly men standing towering above her. They looked intimidating with their arms crossed, but Quincy actually felt rejoice and relief.

Although she would be taken back, at least she was still alive, and there was still hope as long as she was still alive.

One of the men bent down and roughly pulled her up by the arm and pushed her towards the other man. Quincy expected a beating, but nothing happened.

Instead, she found herself being dragged across the street by the three men until they eventually stopped in front of a white van. The door was open and a woman with impeccable makeup on her face was sitting in the back seat.

Quincy froze for a moment when she saw her, then she said in a soft whisper, "Ms. Lucas."

The real name of the woman known as Ms. Lucas was Queenie Lucas, and she was the hostess of Phantom Nightclub. Queenie ignored Quincy and shot her an icy look. She then took a paper bag from her and threw it at Quincy.

"Here's your outfit, along with some wet wipes and makeup products. Make sure you get yourself dressed properly! Look at how woeful you look," she said with disdain.

When she heard this, Quincy bit her lower lip and replied stubbornly, "You promised me that when I joined 'Phantom Nightclub' that I wouldn't have to perform!"

Queenie sneered and slapped Quincy across the face.

Slap...

The crisp slap echoed in the small space, and was followed by a scathing scolding. Queenie said, "What's all this nonsense about? You b*tch! If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead out there! I'm telling you, even if you die today, you're going to die in Xavier Zimmer's hands!"

Then, Quincy and the bag was thrown into the back of the van.

Months ago, Quincy had collapsed in the rain and was rescued by Queenie. When she woke up, she couldn't remember her own name and she didn't have a single piece of identification on her.

In order to survive, she was forced to stay at the Phantom Nightclub. She saw a doctor and tried to retrieve her memories prior to her rescue, but to no avail.

Over time, she had began to resign herself to her fate...

Quincy sat blankly on the empty seat. Her expression was indifferent as she looked at the bag Queenie had thrown at her. She slowly reached in to take out the contents: a silver bustier dress, a bag of wet wipes and a makeup bag.

She gently wiped the dirt off her skin to reveal a beautiful face with clear eyes that one couldn't help but notice, and a pair of luscious lips under a perky little nose.

She forced a smile in the mirror and smalls dimple appeared on her cheeks. The dimples were very cute.

Although she was naturally beautiful, Quincy still applied a thick layer of foundation, eyeliner and lipstick in order to disguise her face as much as possible. She didn't want anyone to recognize her.

After wiping the dirt off her body, she changed into the tight-fitting dress. The thin material wrapped tightly around her petite body. She then gently pulled away the ribbon that was tied to her hair to let the silky-smooth hair fall down and cascade over her shoulders.

At that exact moment, the front and rear doors of the car were pulled open at the same time, with a loud clang. Three men quickly got into the car.

The car slowly started. Quincy raised her lips with a grim smile.

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