To Carla's dismay, one of the customers in that private room was none other than Humphrey Whyte, the former vice president of Dorilo Group.
Back in Ashenville Garden, Shelley had tried to arrange for Humphrey and her to get together, and he had also made a move on her, angering Zayn and causing him to lose his place in the project.
To make matters worse, Shelley fired Humphrey afterward in an attempt to please Zayn.
Though Carla had not seen him at all since the incident, she knew that he probably held a grudge against her for landing him in his unfortunate situation. If he were to find out that Carla was the promoter standing before him, he might set her up for trouble.
Sensing the impending danger, Carla turned around without hesitation, wanting to leave. However, a drunk customer in the private room grabbed her hand, snorting, "Hah… This one is really sexy. I'll have her."
Panicking, Carla shook the drunk man off and stepped back. "I'm a promoter, not a hostess."
"The hostesses are coming right this moment, " Diane quickly added.
"Really? You've got a pretty good figure for a promoter. Let me take a look at your face too!" His gaze was lustful.
Before Carla could even react, the drunk man snatched her mask.
As Carla moved away by reflex, her mask was torn in half, exposing much of her face.
Humphrey, who was sitting on the sofa, raised an eyebrow and then stared intently at Carla with an ominous darkness in his eyes.
"Damn you! Why is a whore like you acting all innocent? I know what you're here for! So what if you're a promoter? Name a price. I have all the money!" The drunk man yelled aggressively.
"Sir, the promoters here don't sell anything else but alcohol. As I said, the hostesses are coming soon!" Diane explained indignantly.
"How dare you talk back at me!" The drunk man raised his hand and was about to slap Diane.
Carla immediately blocked his raised arm and said firmly, "Enough is enough! Don't go overboard!"
"So what if I go overboard? I'm buying you tonight! Hmph. Your hand is so smooth. I bet you're a real beauty." He cackled creepily.
Licking his lips, he turned his wrist and grabbed Carla's hand.
Carla was beginning to feel nauseous and tried to leave the room with Diane.
However, the dirty drunk man gestured to his bodyguards, and the towering bodyguards swiftly blocked their way.
Diane was as pale as a sheet.
"What in the world do you want?" Carla snapped.
"I want to screw your sloppy cu_t! If you make me happy, I'll pay double!"
"You should think twice about that. We are in Stifling Night, not a brothel!" Carla gave Diane a look.
Getting her hint, Diane whipped out her phone to contact Roland to help them.
"Damned whore! Guess you like it rough! Take them down!" The dirty drunk man knocked Diane's phone out of her hands and gave a command to his bodyguards.
Just as he uttered those vulgar words, Carla and Diane were already restrained and subdued on the sofa.
Reaching out his stubby fingers, the drunk man was still keen to take off Carla's mask. All of a sudden, another man in the room spoke. "That's enough. Cut it out."
"Mr. Whyte, what's wrong?" The drunk man looked up with a confused look.
"Don't make a scene here. Stifling Night is run by some really powerful figures. Things won't end well if rumors of you doing this spread around, " Humphrey said placidly.
"He's right! If you want sex, there are plenty of hostesses here. Why make things difficult for a mere promoter? We are here for Mr. Whyte, remember? Don't ruin the mood, " The other customers in the room added.
"Hmph. Whatever." With that, the drunk man let go of Carla, and the bodyguards backed off.
Without looking back, Carla dragged Diane out of the private room.
"That was so scary!" Tears trickled down Diane's cheeks.
"I'm so sorry for getting you in trouble. And your phone looks wrecked. I'll compensate you for that, " Carla said gently as she patted Diane's shoulders.
"That's not a big deal. More importantly, shouldn't we tell Roland about this?" Diane said shakily.
"Yes, we should… " As soon as Carla spoke, Humphrey emerged from the private room, smirking, "Hi there, Miss Wigston. I didn't expect to see you here!"
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