Chapter18 Discovered
Ella's shriek broke into a screech. "Who are you calling a bitch?!"
Since she latched onto supervisor Kevin, no one on this yacht had dared disrespect her!
Amid her rage, a flash of surprise also crossed her mind. She hadn't expected this new bitch to actually have such an aggressive side.
Sure enough, all that gentleness, all that kindness, was all pretense this bitch put on to steal men. Only those stupid colleagues would be fooled and treat her like some kind of philanthropist!
"Wasn't that what you said? Someone fucked rotten by men is a bitch." Linnea smiled as she repeated her words, then pressed, "Oh? Can't find a rebuttal? Then it seems the real bitch is actually you."
She covered her mouth, laughing mockingly with pleasure.
And Ella's impoverished brain couldn't counter the facts she stated. She stammered a few times in frustration, completely agitated. "Aren't you the same! Stop pretending to be some pure virgin!"
Linnea smiled. "I have no intention of revealing my private life. But I must remind you, I'm just a waitress responsible for pouring drinks and serving food. My private life has nothing to do with work. But you..."
She looked Ella up and down. Ella's nose bridge still had distorted traces of plastic surgery.
"Your dealings with Kevin, if they spread out, do you think customers would still be willing to be generous for your stiff face?"
"You... you!"
Ella was so agitated tears spurted out. She had completely lost her composure, speaking incoherently, her eyes burning with hatred as she glared.
And this appearance made Linnea laugh even more happily. "Ella, why can't you even speak properly? Could it be that the supervisor you latched onto fucked your brains out?"
"Well, Ella, I must warn you, a woman whose brain has been eroded under a man's illusory affection will soon be abandoned by society."
Linnea respected everyone's personal choices. But if someone deliberately gave her trouble, she didn't mind returning it double. She used her words as sharp blades, stabbing the other person until covered in wounds, making everyone regret provoking her.
She, Linnea, had always been a sharp nail.
Ella remained silent even longer, her face swelling purple. Finally, she seemed to think of something and showed Linnea a mysteriously cruel smile.
"You say this because you're jealous I have a man to rely on, and you want to steal Kevin by sowing discord between us? Oh, I remember now, your old witch supervisor's position is about to be snatched by Kevin, right? Just wait, your upcoming work will be very difficult!"
"I look forward to it."
Ella probably didn't know yet that her supervisor was getting promoted with a raise, not fired. And she would soon be Kevin's equal. But she was too lazy to explain to this useless woman.
But for now, she needed to get through tomorrow's covering shift first. Tomorrow she would still be a hostess, managed by Kevin. If they wanted to persecute her, they would definitely choose tomorrow.
Linnea hated unnecessary disputes. She wanted to decline tomorrow's work with the supervisor. But the second day at work, the supervisor's daughter suddenly had a high fever at kindergarten, so she hastily took leave. Linnea didn't want to trouble a mother who had to care for her sick daughter.
She could only complete the waitress work as usual and change shifts.
This time, she received a dress much more revealing than yesterday's. The material was almost transparent silk. The top was a narrow tight short sleeve, the hem extremely short, even exposing her belly button. The skirt was also excessively short, even able to expose half her butt.
As soon as Linnea put it on, she immediately wrapped herself in a nearby coat.
When she was extremely embarrassed and confused, the door lock actually made a turning sound!
She quickly turned her head and met a pair of narrow eyes. They were squeezed into two slits by the excess flesh on the owner's face. Disgusting, like an ugly rat. She cursed loudly in her heart.
"This is my dressing room. Please leave."
That mouth, also squeezed by facial fat, continued to spit out deliberately magnetic words.
"What if I refuse, beautiful Miss Lina?"
He slowly approached, thinking that this woman who, in Ella's mouth, was as promiscuous and stupid as her, would surely not escape his temptation.
But just as his hand touched the edge of the bed, a violent crashing sound rang out.
It was the sound of bone fracturing. Kevin was in so much pain his eyes went blank for two seconds before he roared.
"Lina, how dare you?!"
After coming to his senses, he saw Linnea casually holding a dead curling iron, smiling at him. "Even if your fingers are completely broken today, you still can't call the police to arrest me. The surveillance is proof. I'm just acting in self defense."
Kevin followed her gaze and glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner emitting a faint red glow.
He sneered. "That's it? You think I don't have the ability to delete it?"
"Then let's see if you delete it faster, or if my best friend who's proficient in IT technology backs it up faster."
Kevin stopped in his tracks. His face was like an overturned palette, turning red then purple. His fat lips also stammered for a long time from emotional agitation. Finally, he stared at her with wary yet darker eyes.
"Lina, I wish you a smooth night tonight."
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After changing into a white dress urgently found in the dressing room, Linnea waited a while longer before another makeup artist arrived late. He impatiently glanced at her, picked up a powder puff, and roughly patted it on her face.
Just one pat and Linnea immediately jumped up and ran to the bathroom to wipe her face. "Please get lost! I don't need a malicious makeup artist who puts peach fuzz in the powder puff!"
The makeup artist clearly wanted to add to her troubles. "Ha? Then you can only go to work with a bare face."
But Linnea didn't care. With a bare face, she entered the private room Kevin specially arranged for her.
Her goal tonight was no longer to sell alcohol and earn performance. She just needed to hide herself and get through tonight smoothly. A plain face and an ugly dress could help her achieve her wish.
But she obviously underestimated herself.
As soon as she entered, a customer carelessly spilled red wine. The liquid splashed in the direction of her chest.
Linnea agilely dodged to the side. The customer guiltily came up, wanting to help her wipe the possibly wet chest area with tissues. The moment he grabbed her arm, Linnea quickly pushed him away. "Please have some decency!"
But he refused to give up, using drunkenness as an excuse to make a scene.
During the pushing and shoving, the sound of fabric tearing and the urgent ringtone from the phone in her pocket rang out simultaneously. Linnea quickly pulled back the fabric while her other hand reached into her pocket and pressed the power off button. Probably another sales ad. She had no energy to deal with it now!
She focused on dealing with her own crisis.
But she didn't expect this would create an even more terrifying storm.
In the beach apartment, Caius listened to the busy tone of the hung up phone, his expression frighteningly gloomy.
His subordinates didn't dare breathe, standing by ready at any moment.
Until Caius asked them, "Where is she?"
The subordinate immediately reported. "On that yacht along the coast. Miss Linnea is working as a party waitress."
Yacht party?
Caius's breathing became heavier. He casually grabbed the vase beside him. That vase as long as an entire arm was as light as a plastic bowl in his hand.
The next second, the vase shattered all over the floor.
This little cat really needed discipline, didn't she?!