She Killed My Ex

Chapter 15 To Tease Her

Chapter 15 To Tease Her

Caroline had been in the public relations department for three days, without earning a single penny. She looked up at the clock. It was 23:07. This was the time at which the night was getting busier.

The whole public relations department was quiet. She was the only one left in the lounge, and all the colleagues in the same department were out doing their tasks. Truth be told, everyone in the PR department of Royal Club earned a lot. Those who came to Royal Club were not ordinary people but influential officials and rich businessmen who all were very generous.

Although Caroline had only been here for three days, she had heard about it. Gianna, who had an affair with Mr. Tucker in the stairwell last time, bragged yesterday that a rich businessman from Aplona had generously paid fifty thousand dollars to her in tips alone.

Fifty thousand times ten is five hundred thousand and then fifty thousand times one hundred is five million. Thus, she could do what the man wanted and get freedom.

Caroline shook her head. That was Gianna, not her. Bentley said, "You can play the fool and the martyr." But now she didn't even have a chance to do so.

"Caroline, come with me." The door was pushed open from the outside. Caroline looked over and found it was Marissa.

"Marissa." She got up in a hurry and followed her without saying anything.

"Don't you ask me where I'm taking you?" Marissa raised her eyebrows and asked, "You come out with me without worry? Aren't you afraid that I'll sell you?"

Caroline smiled, "Marissa, I'm worthless."

The woman who said with such a faint smile that she was worthless made Marissa, who was leading the way, feel a pang in her heart. But soon, she regained her composure. She led Caroline into a changing room.

Marissa put a clown suit in Caroline's arms. "Hurry up and change it."

Caroline blinked and felt it was a hot potato. "Marissa, this..."

Marissa looked at Caroline with some pity. "Well, change it. It's an order from Mr. Shawn." Marissa pointed to the clown suit in Caroline's hand. "Mr. Shawn had it sent to you."

Fearing that Caroline would be disobedient, Marissa was thinking about how to persuade her. However, Caroline lowered her head, turned round, and changed the suit silently.

After Caroline put on the clown suit, Marissa asked someone to put on make-up for her. Caroline sat quietly in front of the make-up mirror, letting the make-up artist turn her face into a clown.

A round nose and a big red mouth with laughter. Her face was so disfigured that no one could see her original appearance.

Marissa had many mixed emotions. She led Caroline to the sixth floor and then said, "Let's go inside. In the box, there are a group of playboys from Rimsor, who are tired of playing with everything. They want to see a clown show at Royal Club." Suddenly, she realized that she had said too much. She quickly said to Caroline, "Callie..."

Before finishing her words, she was interrupted by Caroline. "Marissa, I need five million dollars. Thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Marissa stopped outside the box, without an indescribable feeling. After a while, she raised her hand to knock on the door and pushed Caroline in. With a professional smile on her face, Marissa said, "Mr. Shawn, the clown is here."

Caroline raised her head in surprise and wondered why Bentley was there. She thought there was just a group of playboys from Rimsor!

Bentley was also here! He did it on purpose! He wanted to see her make a fool of herself and to see her suffer!

"Come on, Clown, give me a smile." On the diamond-encrusted black sofa sat a cynical big boy. He wore a black-and-white striped T-shirt, tight jeans, and a silver chain around his neck. He looked very cool.

The boy was in his early twenties. His flaxen hair suggested that he was conceited and frivolous.

At that moment, he was sitting on the sofa leisurely. When he saw Caroline come in, he suddenly leaned forward, and the chain also swayed in the air. The big boy pointed at himself and sneered at Caroline. "Come on, Clown, give me a smile. Look here. Right, if your smile looks good, I'll reward you." The thick stack of money was thrown at Caroline's feet without hesitation.

The insult was even stronger.

Caroline's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she suddenly raised her head and forced a big smile. The heavy clown make-up made her look more flattering.

"No, no, no. This smile isn't good enough. Try it again." The boy shook his index finger chicly and said, "Do you want money? Smile hard."

Caroline lowered her head. When she saw the paper money, her pupils shrank. Every move of her was seen by Bentley, and a trace of gloom flashed into his eyes.

Raising her head again, Caroline blinked. The smile on her face became bigger and bigger, revealing a row of white teeth. That was combined with the exaggerated clown's big red lips, which made her smile very funny.

"Ha ha, it's very funny!" The boy laughed loudly and asked the people beside him, "Hey! Look at her. Does she look like a fool?"

The heavy clown make-up covered Caroline's stiff smile. There were shouts and cheers around. These playboys laughed and clapped their hands, shouting at each other, "This is interesting! Well, the money is yours."

At this moment, Caroline didn't know whether she should be happy or sad.

"Pick it up? I said I'd give it to you. Don't you want it?"

"Yes, I do," she said shamefully.

"If you want, squat down and pick it up. Then it's yours." The boy raised his eyebrows and said as a matter of course.

Bentley was in the dark and his eyes were even darker than the night. He watched all this indifferently.

Caroline lowered her eyes. Her face was as white as paper under the heavy clown make-up. But so what? In the dark, Caroline sneered at herself, "Money is really a good thing." She could buy her freedom with it, couldn't she?

Three years ago, he sent her to prison. Since then, she had lost her freedom.

Three years later, she was released from prison. But he made her lose freedom again with five million dollars, such a huge amount. She had promised the stupid girl that she must realize her dream!

Caroline squatted down and picked up the stack of paper money on the ground. When she was about to stand up, the boy above her said with playful laughter, "Do you like money? I'm short of

everything except money. Today, as long as you make me happy, I have enough money to reward you."

As he spoke, a lot of money was falling like rain. Caroline saw the boy grabbing stacks and stacks of paper money and throwing them into the air in shock.

What was he doing?

"Do you like it? I'll give it to you." The boy said casually, "Don't stand up. I'll give you one minute to pick up the money on the ground. All the money you pick up belongs to you. If you can pick up all the money on the ground within a minute, I'll give you another fifty thousand dollars."

In a corner where no one could see, Caroline's hands were trembling not because of excitement, but the pain deep in her soul!

What should she do?

Pick it up or not?

She heard that it was a happy thing to find money before, but why did she feel so depressed now?