Chapter 65 Investigate That Woman!
Isabella returned to school and went to dorm 602, but Violet was nowhere to be found.
Scarlett only told her that Violet hadn't come back yet and was probably out on a date with Charles.
Isabella had no choice but to return to dorm 701.
All along, she thought that by reporting Violet, she could stop her from singing at the bar. Even now, she still believed that.
But the facts proved she had underestimated Violet's determination.
Around eleven at night, Scarlett suddenly knocked on her dorm door, looking very panicked.
"Isabella, has Violet come to see you? She's gone missing!"
Isabella looked up at Scarlett, confused. "Wasn't she still in class this afternoon?"
"But she's been out of contact for the past few hours!" Scarlett said. "After school, Violet went to the bar, but she still hasn't come back. No one's answering her phone either. Since Violet left campus without permission, I don't dare tell the teachers, so I came to ask you—do you know where she is?"
Isabella was surprised. "You're saying Violet went to a bar? How is that possible? Hasn't she already..."
Scarlett shook her head anxiously. "No, actually after you reported her last time, Violet didn't give up on working at the bar. She found another bar far from school to sing at. Everyone in the dorm knows about it, but Violet told us not to tell anyone, so I didn't dare tell you."
"And normally Violet comes back around ten every day, no later than eleven at the latest, but it's almost midnight now and she's still not back!"
Isabella listened to Scarlett's words, frowning deeply. "Where is this bar?"
Scarlett quickly gave her the address.
Isabella got up and headed out.
Scarlett hurried to catch up. "Isabella, where are you going?"
"To find her, of course."
"But..." Scarlett wanted to say something, but seeing Isabella's quick pace, she gritted her teeth. "Isabella, wait for me, I'm coming with you!"
——
On a weekend night, neon lights flickered in the city center.
Inside D.K. Bar, the scene was lively.
Violet sat on a high stool in the corner, microphone in hand, singing a melodious and cheerful tune.
Violet's captivating voice echoed through the hall.
Everyone who passed by couldn't help but glance at her.
Violet had been performing here for almost half a month. Each time she came to sing for two hours and would leave at nine o'clock, but today the bar was hosting an event, so she had to sing until the early morning. However, her hourly rate would be triple the usual amount.
The income for singers here was quite high. The hundred dollars per session was just what the manager paid her. If customers paid to request songs, she could take fifty percent of it, and the customers here were very generous—sometimes paying two hundred dollars for a single song.
In just half a month, she had already earned five thousand dollars.
Soon she'd be able to buy Charles that guitar he had his eye on.
A little after midnight, after finishing her last song, Violet got up from her chair as usual, gave a light bow, and walked toward the break room.
"Violet."
Someone suddenly called out to her.
Violet turned around and, seeing who it was, smiled politely. "Mr. Phillips."
"You sing beautifully. Many customers come specifically for you. I really underestimated your influence." Henry looked at her with increasing satisfaction. "Just now, a VIP customer specifically asked me if he could have you sing in their private room. Five thousand dollars for one song."
One song was only three or four minutes, but could earn five thousand dollars...
Violet was tempted. With one song, she could make up the remaining money.
But she refused. "Can I not go?"
Henry paused, then said, "Of course you can. It's your choice. The customer just told me about it, and I can't deny you the right to earn money, so I had to tell you. I'm not saying you have to go."
"Thank you." Violet smiled. "I'm a bit tired today. I'd like to go back and rest."
She didn't believe that someone offering this price really just wanted her to sing.
Henry smiled. "Alright."
Violet said goodbye to Henry, went to the break room to change her clothes, and left.
Just as she came out of the break room, a middle-aged man in a black suit stopped her.
"Hey, beautiful!"
Violet was startled by the man who appeared before her.
The man reeked of nouveau riche—big gold chain paired with a Rolex watch, his black suit unable to contain his beer belly, his fat face plastered with a greasy smile.
Violet instinctively frowned. "Who are you? I don't know you."
"Me? Jesse Turner. Ever heard of Vanguard Enterprises Group? That's my company." Jesse grinned with his yellowed teeth, looking at Violet with a smirk. "Violet, I come to hear you sing all the time. Your voice is beautiful, and so are you..."
"Thanks for your support, but I have things to do. I need to leave now." Violet gave a perfunctory response and turned to leave.
"Violet, I asked you to sing for me just now. Why did you refuse? You work so hard singing on stage—why not come sing in my private room? I've got plenty of money..."
Jesse looked at Violet's stunning face, a flash of greed and lust in his eyes.
"I'm not singing anymore today. I need to go back." Violet finished speaking and turned to leave.
"Violet, don't go!"
He reached out to grab Violet.
"Don't touch me!"
Violet reflexively pushed him away, screamed, and ran.
"Don't go, Violet! How about today you..."
Jesse was about to say something more when he saw a girl wearing a Stellar High School uniform appear in front of him, blocking his way.
"Try chasing her one more time. Do you know what you just did constitutes sexual harassment? If I call the police right now, things won't end well for you." Isabella stood there, phone in hand, her cold eyes fixed on Jesse.
Jesse's expression changed.
"Where did you come from? Mind your own business!"
"How is this not my business?" Isabella frowned, saying coldly, "I'm her classmate."
"I don't care who you are!"
Jesse angrily tried to go around Isabella to chase Violet.
But a pale, slender hand suddenly reached out from the side, grabbed his collar, and slammed his head against the wall.
Jesse's head hurt, and his vision nearly went black.
"You dare hit me?"
Crazy!
This woman was absolutely crazy!
He was Jesse! How dare anyone hit him? Did she know the consequences?
Jesse's eyes turned red with rage. He scrambled up from the ground and furiously tried to grab Isabella.
His hand was about to touch Isabella when she kicked him in the stomach, and he landed on his butt.
Jesse rolled on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain.
Isabella quickly glanced at him, then grabbed Violet and quickly left.
"Mr. Turner! Mr. Turner!"
Several bodyguards in black rushed over. Seeing Jesse sitting on the ground, their faces all darkened.
"Mr. Turner, are you alright?"
Who had beaten Jesse like this?
"Go! Go find out who that woman is!"
Jesse furiously ripped off the gold chain from his neck and threw it on the ground, roaring in rage. "Find her, and I'll make her wish she was dead!"