After glancing at the men, Carla's frown deepened. She dismissed them with a flick of her fingers.
"It's not them?" Roland uttered in disbelief.
"Just leave, " growled Freda.
Roland led the hosts out hastily. He came in alone afterward and asked wearily, "Ms. Lierger, those were the hosts who matched your description."
"Maybe he change his clothes?" Freda suggested.
"That might be possible. I'll go look for him again." Roland was about to leave when Carla stopped him.
"Wait!"
"Yes?" replied Roland as he came to a stop by the door.
"Could it be that he's not a host here?"
Carla thought back to the man. He doesn't seem like a lowly host…
"If he isn't a host, why would he be wearing a mask?" Roland refuted.
He continued, "Our clients are mostly wealthy people and business owners. The others are higher-ups in their companies. They want to relax here, served by our hosts and hostesses. None of them will wear masks."
He added, "Besides, our hosts have received strict training before starting work. Everyone has their own personality and character. Some of them don't even look like hosts and can pass off as domineering presidents. That's their concept."
Roland stopped and studied Carla carefully, afraid of offending her.
Carla said nothing and drank her wine coolly.
"Keep looking, " Freda commanded and made a gesture.
"Understood!" Roland left to carry out her order.
Slowly, the bottle of wine reached its bottom. Carla lost her patience and flung her glass out abruptly.
Crash!
Startled, the servers in the room dashed aside.
Carla wiped her hands clean and stood up with her coat in her arms.
Freda and Rogan flanked her while the other bodyguards followed closely.
They had just left the room when Roland rushed over with a few other hosts. At the sight of Carla, he exclaimed, "Ms. Lierger, I've brought our top hosts here. Please take a look at them."
Carla cast them an indifferent glance before stalking away.
One of the top hosts came to her and uttered gently, "Ms. Lierger, you're drunk. Why don't I—"
"Scram!" Carla knitted her brows and growled.
"Why don't you take look at me first? I'm sure you'll be satisfied with my looks."
The host then took off his mask, revealing his handsome face.
Looking up, Carla realized he was telling the truth. Strangely, however, she felt repulsed by the sight of him.
As Carla was staring at him, delight flitted across the host's face. He reached out to help her. "Let's go—"
Crash!
Before he could finish, Carla gave him a forceful kick.
He was sent flying instantly. His body crashed into a door before he fell to the ground. Clutching his belly, he screamed in agony.
The other hosts paled visibly and tried to hide behind Roland's back.
Roland's lips parted in shock. Back then, Carla used to be a weak and defenseless woman. She used to be bullied a lot. How could she be this strong?
Ms. Lierger looks exactly like Carla. Is she really the Carla that I know of?
Carla gazed at the wounded host coolly before rubbing her heels on the carpet as though wiping the dirt off before striding away elegantly.
Freda handed a check to Roland and gestured toward the host. "This is to cover his medical bill and your fee. Split it among yourselves."
"Thank you, " answered Roland as he accepted the check. His eyes immediately widened in bewilderment.
Ten million?
Carla used to fight with others over a thousand.
There's no way she'll compensate ten million after kicking someone.
Did I get it wrong?
Could it be that Ms. Lierger isn't Carla?
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