Forgive Me Love

Clown

Emilia had already been transferred to the P.R. Department for three days but had not earned a single penny yet. She glanced at the time: 23:07. This period was when the club would start to reach its peak at night.

There was no one else in the entire P.R. Department, except her being alone in the lounge as the colleagues from the same department were on their duties. To be frank, everyone earned a lot in the P.R. Department of the Royal Club because the customers who went there were extraordinarily wealthy. They were rich and powerful businessmen willing to spend lavishly.

Although Emilia had only been here for three days, she had heard Jane, who had been hugging and cuddling with Edward in the stairwell last time, showing off yesterday that a rich businessman from Hong Kong was very generous because he gave her fifty thousand as her tip.

Ten 'fifty thousand' was half a million, one hundred 'fifty thousand' was five million... In this way, she would be able to fulfill what that man wanted, then she could be freed.

Emilia shook her head... That was Jane, not her. She could remember Aston saying that she could act pitiful, or show her stupidity and ugliness. But she did not even have the chance to show her stupidity and ugliness right now.

“Emilia, come with me.” The door was opened from the outside. Emilia looked in the direction the voice came from and realized it was Martha.

“Martha.” She stood up quickly and followed Martha without saying other words.

“Aren't you going to ask where I'm bringing you to?” Martha raised her eyebrows and asked, “You are coming with me without even asking, aren't you afraid that I’ll sell you?”

Emilia smiled, “Martha, I’m worthless.”

Martha, who was leading the way ahead, felt a knot in her stomach when she heard the woman saying with a faint smile that she herself was worthless. Nevertheless, Martha returned to normal very quickly and led Emilia into a changing room.

Martha handed the costume to Emilia, “Hurry and put it on.”

Emilia blinked as she felt that the costume in her hands was slightly extraordinary, “Martha, this...”

Martha looked at Emilia sympathetically, “Just put it on. It's Mr. Hamilton's order.” Martha pointed at the costume in Emilia's hands, “This was also sent by Mr. Hamilton's subordinate.”

Martha worried that Emilia did not want to obey her and was still figuring out how to convince her. However, to her surprise, the woman in front of her just lowered her head, turned her body, and silently put on the costume.

After Emilia put on the clown costume, Martha called for someone to do makeup for her. Emilia quietly sat in front of the makeup mirror and let the makeup artist turn her face into a clown's face.

A nose with a round and red ball, a big red mouth with a cracked smile, and a face that was too difficult to see the original appearance due to the makeup...

Martha, with mixed feelings, led Emilia to the sixth floor, “Let's go in. There are some dudes from the capital in this private room. These dudes are indeed bored of playing other things, how would they choose to watch a clown show in the Royal Club?” Martha suddenly realized that she had said too much and quickly said to Emilia, “Emilia..."

Before finishing her words, she was interrupted by Emilia, “Martha, I still need to earn that five million. Thank you for giving me this opportunity.”

Martha stood outside the private room and felt a wave of emotions sweep over her. After a long while, she reached out to knock on the door and then brought Emilia into the private room while her face was switched to a normal smile, “Mr. Hamilton, here the clown is.”

Emilia raised her head and felt surprised... Why was Aston here? She thought there were only dudes from the capital!

Aston was also here! He purposely did this! He wanted to see her being humble, to see her being embarrassed, and to see her suffering!

“Hey clown, come on, smile.” A young man was sitting lazily on the black sofa with diamonds inlaid. Showing a hip-hop style, he wore a white striped shirt, skinny jeans and there was a glittering silver chain around his neck.

This young man was apparently in his early twenties. His dyed flaxen hair could tell his youthful indiscretion.

He was sitting casually on the sofa and when he saw Emilia come in, he suddenly leaned forward and this made the chain move in the air.

The young man pointed at himself and smiled playfully at Emilia, “Come, smile at me, smile at me, yes. If your smile makes me happy, I will reward you.” The thick wad of notes hit Emilia's feet.

The insult intensified.

Emilia's eyelashes faintly trembled and she suddenly tilted her head up. She purposely showed a wide grin and with the heavy clown makeup, she looked more flattering.

“No, no, no, I don't like this kind of smile, change it.” The young man shook his index finger dashingly, “You want money? Try your best to display a pleasant smile.”

Emilia lowered her head and saw the notes. Her pupils shrank and all this was observed by Aston, whose eyes were flashing somberly.

Raising her head once again, Emilia blinked. The grin on her face became wider and wider, revealing a row of white teeth, coupled with exaggeratedly painted clown's red lips. These made her smile look very funny.

“Hahaha...it's funny, funny!” The young man laughed loudly and asked the other dudes next to him, “Hey! Do you guys see her smile? She is like a fool, right?”

The heavy clown makeup hid Emilia's stiff smile when there was cheering and applauding all around. The dudes laughed happily and shouted at each other, “This is funny! Here, you can take the money.”

At this moment, Emilia did not know whether to be happy or sad.

“Why don't you pick it up? The money is yours now, don't you want it?”

“I want...” she said very shamefully.

“If you want it, just squat down and pick it up and it will be yours.” The young man raised his eyebrows and said straightforwardly.

Aston hid himself in the darkness and his eyes were even gloomier than midnight. He was indifferently watching all this.

Emilia lowered her eyebrows. Under the heavy clown makeup, her face was actually as white as a sheet, but so what? In the dimness, Emilia laughed at herself in her mind... Oh, money was indeed a good thing. She could use the money to buy herself freedom, couldn't she?

Three years ago, he caused her to be imprisoned and from then on, she lost her freedom.

Three years later, she was out of jail but he restrained her freedom again using the five million as the condition... No, she had to achieve the dream as she had assured that silly girl!

Emilia squatted down and picked up the wad of notes on the ground. When she was about to stand up, she heard the young man's bantering laughter above her head, “You like money, huh? I'm a person who lacks everything, except for money. If you can let me have extreme fun today, I will reward you with plenty of money.”

As he said, there was a money rain. Large handfuls of notes were falling. Emilia was dumbstruck as the young man grabbed stacks of notes and just scattered the notes into the air.

What was this...for?

“Do you like it? I give them to you.” The young man said freely and easily, “You don't need to stand up. I’ll give you one minute to pick the notes on the ground. Whatever you have picked will belong to you. If you have the ability to pick up all the notes on the floor, I will additionally reward you with notes worth fifty thousand.”

Not being noticed by anyone, Emilia's hands were trembling... This was not because of excitement, but a pain in the soul!

What should she do?

To pick up, or not to pick up?

In the past, she thought that picking up money was a fantastic thing... But why did she feel so wretched and heartbroken now?