His Highest Bidding Wife (R18)

Chapter 5: His Death Glare

Liliana's Point of View

His Death Glare

I didn't take his words seriously. Even if I already fixed my monthly revenue being only his w***e, I think that's a part-time job that could lay higher than usual, I can say. His offer could cease anytime from now so it wasn't susceptible if I'd get drooping despite doing all the things he implored me for but ended up not getting paid so here I am, standing right in front of the crowd, swaying my body away.

"Ohhh, is that girl for sale?" one of these i***t men asked.

The host spoke. "No, she's only intended for dancing and entertainment, Sir,"

"I'd like to pay fifty thousand dollars for a night, then,"

A small smirk crept on my lips. If I was to compare this old man to the first one who wanted to buy me, I can say, the first one has a lot more money to waste on instead of him.

I looked at the host and shook my head secretly which he already made clear to the customers. After a long minute of dancing and swaying my body around, I got out at the new bar I'm currently working in.

"Here. You've done a great job today. I'm hoping you could come back if I call you again," the manager of the bar gave me an amused look.

"I'd love to but… I'd like to switch to being only a waiter. Is that possible?"

Manila, the manager arched his eyebrows at me yet no words came out of her lips.

"Uh-huh. You can say that but I should still check if one of the waiters is vacant. Why? Don't you like being a pole dancer?" she asked, a bit hard for me to answer. "You know, you can earn more than being a waiter,"

"That sounds nice but I got a lot of shitloads to do so, maybe I could settle for being only a waiter?"

Manila told me she'd call after confirming the spot vacancies. So, I instantly got home after a long, tiring night and got onto my bed quietly.

The next day, I came to school like my daily plan. Later, I'll be going to the hospital to visit my mom. Though, I wasn't sure if I could do that since I don't feel well right now. I went to bed at four in the morning and woke up at seven in the sunrise for my first class today.

I went crazy as I left to where our classroom was. My eyes widened seeing that they were about to start the class without me, again! It's the same terror professor who teaches at eight yesterday.

"You're late again, Miss Warner," he said, putting the book above the table.

"I-I'm sorry, sir, but as much as I can remember, our first class would start at 7:30 and–"

"Seems like you haven't seen the heads up I'm giving in our group chat."

I fell in silence. "G-Group chat? I don't know what are you talking about, Sir,"

"Is that still my problem?" He provided me with a question using sarcasm. "Ask your block mates to add you, then! You're smart, right? You're only smart but something lacks you."

They say, that this terror professor is one of the gangs you don't wanna get into an argument with. He was putting me behind bars only using his words. My cheeks burned because of what he told me.

My blockmates gazed away, no one added me there.

"Go back to your seat. We'll talk later,"

Veronica wasn't around. Maybe she was late like me for not having a heads up again for an early class. The whole time I was here, all I could think of was what would be Professor Cyan's punishment fall into me.

Some say he's pretty strict. They do whatever he wants, such as cleaning his whole damn office, memorizing a hundred pages of a book, and taking quizzes on him.

His class ended whilst I was being called yet my friend is nowhere to be found.

"Liliana," he darkly said. "Follow me at my office."

Some students were now peeping at me while I looked down and followed him like what he wished for. Professor Cyan gave me a huge textbook I will be needing to polish. It is currently under a Chinese text and needs to be fixed up, he said, it was the easiest thing he'd given to me so I better clear my mind and do it without any single taints being shown in the book.

After my class, that is what I did. It was very thick, he gave me a certain page I will be doing until the end of the day.

Well, for God's will, I finished it and it sifts me too much that I can't even swing my fingers because of continuous typing.

"Liliana!" A friend of mine called me when I was already at the gate.

I turned around and saw who it was.

"Robin! How are you?" I cheerfully asked.

He put his arms on my shoulder, messing with my hair like he always does.

Robin is one of the star players in soccer. He's presently wearing his jersey and I believe they have matched they won today. He's handsome, tall, hunk body and girls flock on his way but he wasn't interested at all.

I can't recall how the two of us became friends but as much as I can remember, I saw him crying because of a class that failed him so I said, I could help him review and take the exam. The rest was history.

"You made a match today?" I was grinning inquiring.

He nodded with a cocky smile. "Uh-huh. We won,"

I chuckled. "Like what you always do?"

We laughed with each other, making some of his teammates come forward.

"Let's go?" one of them asked. "Coach is waiting,"

"Do you wanna come, Liliana? We won so I'm treating them to a meal…" Robin said.

I honestly took down the offer and I could see the disappointment in his eyes yet he just smiled.

I feel tired, very sleepy, and lazy I guess. I have no time to go out, all I wanted was my soft bed so I could visit my mom later and bring the things she seeks for.

I took a bus until I got into my apartment. It's already dark. Yes, I often come home at this rate. When I entered my apartment, the lights were off and the moment I turned it on, a man sitting on my sofa comfortably showed up.

Realizing who it was, a scoundrel Von Ruizielo Palmera's death glare welcomed me.