The Boyfriend from the Slums Turned into My Billionaire Sugar Daddy

The night was heavy as a 300,000-dollar VIP room stood before Ellie. Ellie took a deep breath for what felt like forever but still couldn't bring herself to push open the door in front of her. Inside, the rich kids were having a reunion. If it had been five years ago, she wouldn't have hesitated at all. Back then, Ellie was the heir to Nelson Group, the pharmaceutical giant in Lynelle. Her background and looks made her stand out among this crowd. But times had changed. A fire had caused the Nelson family to fall from the high society of Lynelle. To pay off her father's 30 million debt, Ellie had abandoned all her dignity and pride. She worked tirelessly, taking on jobs wherever she could. "Hey, Ellie! Where the hell have you been?" The manager's voice on the intercom was almost loud enough to break the speaker. "Why haven't you delivered the Romanée-Conti to room 1818 yet?" "I'm warning you, get that wine to the guests in three minutes, and apologize. Otherwise, expect your salary to be docked for the month!" Ellie quickly removed her earpiece, rubbing her ear. She snapped a photo of the room number and sent it to the work group. Ellie: Calm down! I'm at the door now. Don't worry, I'll get it done! Along with a "Boss, have some coffee" meme. At the same time, Leo sent a voice message: Mommy, I'm a bit tired. I’m going to sleep now. Remember to come home early! Hearing her little one’s soft voice made Ellie’s heart melt, filling her with a burst of courage. 'Those old classmates specifically asked my service to make a fool of me, aren’t they? Well, they can watch all they want. I'll just get my commission, and Leo’s surgery fees will be covered.' Ellie thought to herself. Despite her preparations, as soon as the door opened, the piercing stares made Ellie feel uncomfortable. She tried her best to lower her head, hoping to make her presence less noticeable. But it was futile; someone was determined to make her suffer. "Hey, isn't this our dear Ms. Nelson? Haven't seen you in years. Changed careers to become a hostess now?” "Uh... Well, gotta make a living, right?" Ellie forced a smile, her lips trembling, and continued to serve drinks. After all the drinks were served, she handed the bill to the host of the gathering for verification. "Here you go, your drinks are served. Let me know if you need anything else." Ariella didn't even glance at the bill, scribbling her name in large, flowing letters. She pulled out a thick stack of cash from her bag. "Ellie, we're classmates, I can't bear to see you working so hard. This tip is just a little something from me." Ellie froze for a moment. The Ariella she remembered had always been vindictive, not the kind of person to show kindness. As expected, just as Ellie reached out, the money was tossed into the air, scattering across the floor. “Oh, sorry. Didn't hold on to it properly." "It's fine." Ellie calmly crouched down to collect the bills. After five years of humiliation, she had grown immune to such insults. But just as she was about to stand, a heavy weight sank onto her shoulder, and she was suddenly forced to kneel to the ground. Ariella stepped on her shoulder, towering above her, a sinister smile on her face. "Making money isn't so easy! You have to kneel to pick it up!" With that, Ariella increased the pressure under her foot. Ellie gritted her teeth, her fingers pressing into the floor, whitening from the strain. But she chose to endure. After all, she couldn’t afford to offend anyone in this room. What’s more, Leo's medical bills depended on this money. "Hahaha, doesn't Ellie look just like a dog waiting for mating when she’s kneeling on the floor? I say, Ariella, you should've brought your dog out for everyone to see something different." "This small amount of money can make the former campus beauty kneel. Imagine how much more we could make her do with more money." "She works here, so who knows how many people have been with her already? Aren't you disgusted?" "Yeah, true. It's a shame that her good look is not put in good use." … The vulgar and degrading words pierced Ellie's eardrums. She thought the five years of suffering would make her immune to everything, but hearing these insults from people she once knew still brought tears to her eyes. Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows of the VIP room, Xavier Gomez watched the scene with a dark expression. Seeing her in such a state, humiliated by others, should have made him happy. But for some reason, his heart felt heavy, tight, and unbearable. Ellie picked up all the money, carefully putting it away. She then lowered her eyes and forced herself to thank Ariella. "Thank you, Ms. Marshall. I'll be leaving now." "Wait, did I say you could leave?” Ellie sighed in resignation, struggling to force a smile, one that looked more like a grimace. "Is there anything else, Ms. Marshall?" Ariella smiled slyly and turned to look deeper into the room. "Xavier, you're the guest of honor tonight. Why don’t you tell us what you’d like to see?" Ellie followed her gaze and noticed the silent man in the corner. Their eyes met, and her heart skipped a beat, as if it had fallen off a cliff. The boy she once knew had become a cold, aloof man, sitting there like a king. Xavier sat there, indifferent, watching her with no trace of emotion. Ellie couldn't hold his gaze and quickly looked away. Just then, Xavier spoke with clear disgust, "I don't want to see her." "Did you hear that? Vincent doesn't want to see you." Ellie understood then why she had been specifically chosen to serve at this gathering. It wasn't just to make a fool of her. It was to have her lose face in front of her former lover. Back in school, Xavier was the campus heartthrob, and countless girls liked him, including Ariella. But back then, Xavier only had eyes for Ellie. However, Ellie didn't cherish him. Instead, she hurt him deeply. After sleeping with Xavier, Ellie vanished. When he came looking for her, she was seen flirting with a neighbor, Vincent Crawford. Then, when Xavier's mother fell ill and asked Ellie for help, she coldly replied, "She's just a maid. Why should I care if she lives or dies? Why should I use my money to save her?" Recalling her own despicable actions, Ellie realized that if Xavier hadn't killed her on sight, it was only because of their past. She turned to leave, but before she could move, she was called out again. "Did I say you could leave? Who here doesn't know how you toyed with Xavier's feelings? You even let him mother die without lifting a finger to help! And now you think you can just walk away?" Ariella stood up and pulled out a thick stack of bills from her bejeweled wallet, throwing it at Ellie's feet. "Drink the alcohol on the table, and say 'sorry' to Xavier. You can leave once he forgives you. Of course, if you don't want to apologize, that’s fine, but from now on, you'll never set foot in Tanaxes again!"