Chapter 1083Chapter 1083 She couldn‘t deny that the management here really knew how to leverage the preferences
of those men. Easily attainable things weren‘t deemed as precious. They had to be hung far above the
treetops and over the bright moon before they could evoke any desire to be picked.
Those men would always gawk at her lustfully, dying for her to play a song for them.
However, no one could say a name when she asked them what song they wanted to listen to.
The girl knew clearly that these men did not know or even liked music.
Their concept of music was merely something of an appetizer or a catalyst for something else.
This man was an exception.
He seemed to have no regard for those things. This made her feel that he was different from those men
who just wanted to play with her.
Besides, he was excessively handsome.
This was very attractive to a girl who had just stepped into society.
Although she worked here for the money, she hated it and found it vulgar.
If she were not forced to do so, she would‘ve never sacrificed her dignity just for a petty dime.
She always thought of herself as someone different, far superior to those women around her.
She always felt that she was nobler than them.
This was why she held a demeaning attitude toward Belle.
As she began to play the piece, her mind was a mess, and she made several mistakes.
Weston frowned. “Is that the best you can play?” The girl felt embarrassed by his interruption. “I am
sorry. I will start over...”
He even knew that she played some wrong notes?
The girl‘s face blushed very unusually. However, she quickly calmed herself down to play the song in its
entirety.
After that, she regulated her breathing and finally did not make any more mistakes.
When she finished, she looked at Weston, anticipating his comment.
To her surprise, he did not react much to it and rubbed his temple. “Wait outside with her.”
The girl was shocked. “Mr. Ford, I...”
“You can‘t understand?” “No, I just...”
She pressed the corners of her lips and said, “I can also play other songs for you if you want to listen to
any.”
“No need. Wait outside with Belle.” His words were aloof and direct.
The girl clenched her fists as she felt his dismissive attitude. Dissatisfied, she defended herself. “I am not
like her. I am not that kind of woman.”
Weston opened his eyes and looked at her with a slightly twisted face.
He wasn‘t even slightly interested in the kind of woman she was. “What are you trying to say?”
The girl said, “The manager asked me to come over and play the piano for you, and that was what I did.
He doesn‘t allow me to do the stuff Belle does, so I mustn‘t stay with her.”
Her statement sounded ridiculously childish.
Weston sneered. “You think you are very different from her?”
“Not very, but I‘m just not like her,” insisted the young girl with a strained neck.
He stared at her for a moment.
There was a certain stubbornness in her eyes that was similar to Stella‘s.
“What‘s your name?”
Her eyes fluttered, and she looked down to hide her inexplicable shyness. “I am Nicole Douglas. My
friends call me Nicole.” “Nicole Douglas.”
He said her name once, thinking that the name sounded nowhere nearly as good as Stella‘s. “I see. Go
to the manager tomorrow morning, and he will give you what you want.”
Nicole blushed and gently clenched her fist. “Mr. Ford, perhaps you might‘ve misunderstood something?
I‘m not trying to get your money.”
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“Whether you want it or not has nothing to do with me. To me, this is a done deal.”
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