Allure: Peerless Beauty

chapter 3

Ada burst into the partially open door of Room No. 7, and Sherry's mouth was bleeding at the corner. Blood droplets fell on the crimson carpet one by one. Before they could dry, the man's hand swiftly and mercilessly struck again. With a crisp sound, there was no escape.

Seeing the man's hand about to strike again, Ada instinctively stepped in front of Sherry, like a mother hen protecting her chick. Unfortunately, she faced not a child's slingshot, but a pack of wolves.

The man, who looked like a bodyguard, paused for a moment, then turned to glance at his boss sitting on the sofa, perhaps seeking instructions on how to proceed.

Through the towering bodyguard, Ada couldn't see what was happening on the other side, but she heard a voice, lazy and indifferent, like a young master accustomed to leisurely living, saying, "Wlison, the girls here are really something! One dares to splash wine on a guest of mine, and the other doesn't even understand basic rules. Daring to barge into a VIP room? Could it be that you usually pamper them so much that they become unruly?"

Another voice, sounding somewhat conciliatory, responded, "It's my fault for not disciplining them properly, which has disrupted Mr. Chance's enjoyment."

However, the man yawned and spoke casually, as if watching a play, "Hehe, no big deal, it's quite amusing. If you don't mind, it's fine."

With those words, the burly bodyguard immediately took action.

When the iron-like slap struck her face, Ada felt as if her left cheek had been scraped by a razor, the skin burning hot as if it would bleed. Her eyes also stung, almost tearing up. God tells us that if someone slaps you on the left cheek, you should offer them the right one. But surely God doesn't know what it feels like to be slapped.

It wasn't the first time Ada had been slapped, but it was definitely the first time by such a powerful man. When the second slap landed on her right cheek, she almost feared she would go deaf. Her ears buzzed incessantly, as if countless bees had been poured in. Her lips cracked, teeth scraping against her mouth, leaving a metallic taste.

Life teaches us a lesson: when faced with something you can't fight, you have only two choices: endure or go with the flow. Clearly, Sherry chose neither that day, but rather acted out of unbearable provocation by splashing the man with wine. It wasn't just any man, but Noah Chance, the guest of honor. This was like poking a hornet's nest.

The girls working here all knew that it was better to offend their boss, Wlison, than Noah. This man was rich, influential, backed by powerful connections, and had all the vices of a spoiled rich kid, handsome yet lawless.

If Sherry hadn't been pushed into a corner with no way out, she wouldn't have been so impulsive. In fact, she was not wrong; she just refused to sleep with him, sticking to her principles.

Two years ago, when she walked into "Allure," she set her final bottom line for herself. She had told Ada at the time, "If one day I can't even hold onto this, you can consider me dead."

However, these influential figures who called the shots wouldn't care whether she lived or died.

When the bodyguard's slap, like a deadly weapon, struck once again, Sherry, like an enraged black cat, bristled: "What are you doing barging in here? What are you staring at? Still not chaotic enough for you? Get out!"

With a surge of strength from somewhere, she broke free from the man holding her and forcefully pushed Ada out the door. Ada's slender body staggered, nearly falling out.

But it was just one step away. Unfortunately, someone was quick to intercept this nearly escaped fish.

"Wlison, where do you find so many beauties, each one prettier than the last?" Noah, with one arm around Ada's waist and the other pinching her chin, squinted slightly, carefully examining the girl in his hands under the dim yellow light.

Ada remembered that his eyes were very beautiful, with long eyelashes that made them even more attractive when looking askance. But there was no emotion in his eyes, like a bird of prey ready to strike!

Wlison, with a balding head, said somewhat awkwardly, "She's just a waitress, responsible for serving drinks, fetching cigarettes, and cleaning up after guests. She doesn't work as a hostess here."

But Noah just laughed, "A waitress? What a waste." He rubbed Ada's pointed chin with his thumb, his black ice-like eyes fixed on Wlison, "As long as they're from here, it's fine. It doesn't matter if she's not. With your small territory, are you worried I can't handle it?"

The men in the room laughed, their voices ambiguous and spirited.

In the spacious private room, sat five or six prominent figures, all dressed impeccably. Despite the debauchery of the place, there was no obscenity in their demeanor, only sharp eyes that could strip away layers of skin.

What happened next? Ada didn't want to dwell on it. But human memory is strange; joy can disappear like the wind, but unhappiness always lingers like a shadow.

The man gripped her wrist and forced her onto the sofa. Though the room was hot, his touch felt like a cold blade, piercing her heart.

A pungent smell of alcohol wafted over; she knew this wasn't a good sign.

She was about to struggle when she heard Sherry pleading in a low, submissive voice, "Mr. Chance, I was wrong, can't you forgive me? Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Please spare my friend. She's still a student..."

Sherry wiped the blood from her mouth, carefully maintaining a smiling face and speaking in a soft, cloying tone, knowing full well the stakes. She was terrified, truly terrified this time.

However, the man seemed to turn a deaf ear, all his attention focused on Ada. He pinched her chin, carefully examining her under the dim light, caressing her porcelain-like skin with his thumb, as if appraising a fine commodity, while making clucking noises as if inspecting a precious item.

It was Wlison who had the presence of mind to ask, "Mr. Chance, would you like me to clear the room?"

With that, Sherry almost collapsed to the ground, pleading tearfully, "Mr. Chance, she's really just a student. Please, have mercy and let her go. Please spare her, I'll do anything you want..."

A burst of laughter filled the room, someone covering their mouth and saying between laughs, "She really thinks she's some kind of treasure... Wake up, girl, if Chance fancies her, she should be happy. No matter how much you beg, it's useless."

Noah's smile deepened, as he wiped the blood from Ada's mouth, leisurely asking, "Your good friend has gone all out to save you. What do you say?"

Ada bit her lips until they almost bled, looking at Sherry's swollen cheeks, taking a deep breath, and whispering, "Mr. Chance, please let her go. I'll stay behind with you."

Noah nodded with a smile, and the bodyguard immediately released Sherry's arm. Sherry wanted to say something, but Ada urgently gestured to her, and Sherry immediately understood.

But just as her hand touched the cold doorknob, Noah casually asked, "Wlison, do you think the police will come to investigate? What if someone reports us for oppressing innocent women? What then?"

Wlison immediately understood, and quickly responded, "Don't worry, Mr. Chance, you don't need to worry. No matter who comes, they won't be able to find your private room."

Noah smiled, his eyes mocking as he looked at Sherry's pale face, raising his chin and saying, "Keep going..."

Sherry felt as if the door handle weighed a thousand pounds, and Ada kept signaling to her urgently, tears on the verge of falling.

Just then, Noah sneered, "What? Don't want to leave now? Then don't leave!"

"Mr. Chance, you promised..." Ada was about to say something, but Noah reached back and grabbed her neck, pinning her to the sofa.

He whispered coldly in her ear, "Trying to stall for time? You're still too young..."