“I don’t blame you.” Josiah looked at Meredith on the floor coldly. “Miss Meredith wanted to run away.
No one could stop her. I hope there isn’t a next time. I mean it.” He lifted Meredith’s chin once again
and looked at her indifferently. “You hear me?”
He squeezed Meredith until it hurt. Meredith’s eyes were wet.
“Now, go drink with the customers.” He flung her violently to the ground.
Josiah got up from the sofa. Before he left, he said to Miss Josie, “Keep an eye on her.”
“Yes, Mister Josiah,” Miss Josie replied with a nod.
The moment Josiah left, Miss Josie said to Meredith helplessly, “Merelyn. Since you have a feud with
Mister Josiah, can you just try to be better? Don’t drag me down.”
Meredith looked at her with tears in her eyes. “Miss Josie, can you help me? I did not break that bottle
of wine. If you don’t pay me, my daughter…”
“Enough, stop talking about your daughter constantly,” Miss Josie said angrily, “you know better than
anyone else what Mister Josiah is like. Do you think I can help you? My biggest mistake was to get you
to cover a shift at the VIP room out of kindness, which offended Mister Josiah and brought trouble upon
myself.”
Meredith shut up.
It looked like even Miss Josie did not dare to help her anymore. What should she do? What could she
do?
Was she to secretly escape Jehovah City and stay away from that devil? Once this thought was
planted in her head, it was hard to wipe it away.
Meredith started thinking of what she should do to earn enough money to run away. After all, it cost a
lot to transfer Nia to another hospital.
Just when she was changing in the dressing room, she vaguely heard the girls discussing, “…I heard
that Mister Quinn has a weird kink. He doesn’t like pretty girls. He only especially picks girls with
disabilities. The girl he brought with him is limp. That girl looks like she is not of age yet. I’m sure she
was kidnapped.” “Is that so? Why?”
“Who knows? Perhaps, he is just sick.”
“I suddenly thought of someone.”
“Merelyn,” The girls said in unison, then they broke out in laughter.
Meredith pulled the curtains aside. The girls clearly did not expect that she was changing in the
dressing room. They coughed drily and quickly dispersed. Meredith walked toward one of the girls and
asked, “Was what you said true? Does Mister Quinn like my type?”
“Uh…” The girl thought that Meredith was questioning her. She shook her hands awkwardly.”
–
I didn’t say that. You must have misheard.” “Can I ask, which room is Mister Quinn in?” “In…he should
be in VIP Room 3. Are you really planning on going?”
“Yes, I want to try.” Meredith no longer cares what her colleagues think of her. Naturally, she did not
need to hide. She left the dressing room under stunned gazes from the girls. “Is she alright? Wasn’t
she always pretending otherwise?”
“She must have been loosened up by Mister Leon, so she no longer wants to pretend.” Another girl
shrugged.
“Truth be told, there is nothing to pretend.” Meredith arrived at VIP room number 3. Looking at the
closed door, she took a breath. Miss Josie was right. A person’s dignity was sometimes worth a lot, but
sometimes it was not worth anything at all.
–
Nia’s life was in danger. Josiah was forcing her to her death. If she were to still care about her dignity
and ego at that moment, it would be in vain.
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