The room returned to peace. The commotion in Amelia Wytte didn't affect much.
"She looks pure and lofty. I didn't expect that she was just that kind of slut." Watching her receding figure, the playboys smacked their lips in disappointment.
At this time, Nicola Clinton leaned back on the sofa, his long legs on the table and played with his cigar with an indifferent expression.
Seeing this, the man next to him smiled and asked tentatively, "Mr. Clinton , did you... Know each other before?" So serious.
Nicola Clinton narrowed his eyes, bit the cigar in his mouth, and his eyes were unpredictable. "Yes, an acquaintance."
Finally, she left the suffocating box. The expression on Amelia Wytte's face was relax and somewhat dull.
She hurried to the corridor and avoided the place behind her.
"Ah --" she was in a trance and bumped into a hard chest.
There was a faint Mint breath on the man's body, gentle and stable, which was incompatible with this place.
Amelia Wytte stopped and took a step back subconsciously. "I'm sorry."
Eden Hawk stood still and frowned slightly. She left in a hurry without even looking up at him.
He turned around and took a look at the slender figure. To him, that figure was very familiar.
"She's back..."
In the cramped and noisy lounge.
A group of women put on a heavy make-up on their faces and flirted with each other.
Amelia Wytte took a deep breath. As soon as she entered, the director shouted at her, "No. 302, what are you waiting for? The dance is about to begin. Why don't you change your clothes?"
She nodded.
There were often dance performances in the clubhouse, and dancers were well paid. When Amelia Wytte was a child, she had learned piano drawing and dancing all over, so it was not difficult to deal with such an occasion.
Now in order to make a living, as long as she could make money, she would try. Besides, except for the dance head, the rest of the dancers would wear masks and not show up in public.
"TSK... If you can reveal your body a little bit, you can mmake men off the stage fascinated." After changing clothes, the director's eyes lit up even he saw many beauties.
She wore a dark black shoulder length velvet dress, which was low-key in color, but made her skin as white as jade in Amelia Wytte.
The tight fitting cloth outlined the perfect figure of Amelia Wytte and revealed the curve.
The corners of Amelia Wytte's mouth twitched, but she felt a little uncomfortable. This dress was too...
"Hey, Lily , I really can't stand it. She is just a waitress. How can she steal the limelight from you?" Seeing this, the woman sitting in front of the mirror with makeup secretly rolled her eyes at Amelia Wytte and whispered.
Lily raised her chin and glanced at Amelia Wytte with a weird smile.
When they were about to go on the stage, the women straightened their backs and smiled the best, as if none of them wanted to lose.
Amelia Wytte didn't notice that her high-heeled shoes were stumbled by the hemline and she almost fell down.
"Hey, are you okay?" Lily walked beside her and asked with concern.
"Your mask is askew. Let me help you tidy it up." Without waiting for the response of Amelia Wytte, she took off the mask of Amelia Wytte and quickly put it on her again.
"Thank you."
As the music started, the audience had already been boiling. Seeing beautiful women coming up, the guests whistled excitedly.
"Lily is the most beautiful! Lily is the most beautiful!" Lily , the leading dancer, was the old trump card of the club with the most recognition. A greasy middle-aged man laughed and hooted under the stage.
Lily showed a smug smile.
With the change of the colorful lights on the stage, Amelia Wytte was dancing without distraction. All the disturbance off the stage had nothing to do with her.
Gradually, with the flow of dancing steps, people off the stage began to look at her.
"Did you see that the girl on the outsider is quite sexy?"
"Yes, yes. She doesn't look like a night club girl at all. She has an indescribable temperament, which is very seductive..."
People off the stage were gossiping, and all of them wanted to look at Amelia Wytte.
In a corner, Eden Hawk 's expression was a little complicated, and his eyes were fixed on Amelia Wytte.
She was supposed to be the proud and unrestrained lady of the Wytte family . She should be the queen of her own stage, not the dancing girl in the club.
His eyes had been following her, but she could only see that man in her eyes.
When he came back from his study, he heard the bad news that she was put in jail for murder.
"What on earth has she experienced these years?" There was a trace of pity in Eden Hawk 's eyes.
Halfway through the dance, Amelia Wytte felt the lace of her mask loosened when she turned around.
Her heart sank. She wanted to hold the mask, but it was too late. The mask fell to the ground with the swing of the mask--
The light just fell on her face in Amelia Wytte, and her face turned pale. Looking at the people off the stage who were focused on her face , she was stunned and stood still.
"Isn't she the eldest daughter of the Wytte family ?" A sharp voice suddenly sounded.
Amelia Wytte's body stiffened, and she subconsciously wanted to escape to the dark light.
"What's going on? Why does she become a dancing girl in the club?" the audience immediately began to discuss.
Seeing this, the crowd was in chaos. Seeing this scene, Lily , who was leading the dance, sneered.
Amelia Wytte felt that those harsh words and burning eyes seemed to peel off her clothes and chop her in the light.
She squatted down and covered her ears tightly, but those people's eyes followed her closely.
At this time, a suit jacket was suddenly covered on her shoulder. The coat was mixed with a faint Mint breath, which was somewhat familiar.
"Come with me." Eden Hawk 's gentle and deep voice brought a sense of relief.
Amelia Wytte was stunned. She looked up at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. Why was he here?
Before she could react, Eden Hawk helped her up and left the stage quickly.
In the private room, the young man with his back to the table was browsing his mobile phone. He suddenly exclaimed, "there is a big show on the dance floor tonight!"
"What show?" Hearing this, several people curiously stuck their heads out.
"It said that a girl from a declining family went to be a dancing girl, and there was also a video..." she looked at the phone and said with great interest.
"Mr. Clinton , let's go to have a look together..." he urged eagerly.
Nicola Clinton stood up slowly, picked up his coat on the sofa and said expressionlessly, "I'm not interested." He walked out of the room.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw a man and a woman standing side by side in the corridor.