"Anything, and I mean anything that somehow seems impossible can, and will happen to that stupid woman!"
Zayn's face fell. She is good as dead if I find out that she's working here as a promoter, and wearing that garbage, no less. Does she have a death wish or what?
Vexed at the thought, he snapped, "Why is she not here yet?"
"The chief promoter said that she's serving in section C, " Benard articulated his every word. "I've asked the chief promoter to go look for her."
"Go look for her yourself, " Zayn demanded.
"Yes, sir." Someone knocked on the door just when Benard was about to head out. "Come in!" Benard hurriedly answered.
A female promoter made her way in. She was dressed in the same clothes and style. The tag on her chest was 118, identical to the girl who they spotted just moments ago.
However, something did not quite add up…
"Sir, how can I help you?"
The girl kept her head low and greeted respectfully.
However, her legs were shaking from being too nervous.
Flashback to ten minutes ago.
Carla and Diane were serving in section C. Iala rushed to her side and told her to get to the private room as soon as possible because a VIP was asking for her.
Carla had a hunch that something was wrong right then. Zayn must have realized something. I'm going to be busted if I go to the private room right now.
To get herself out of the trouble, Carla found a girl who had a similar physique to replace herself. She arranged for the girl to wear a wig and bear her number. In return, Carla promised to let the girl in for a huge deal.
However, the girl was intimidated by the domineering vibe that Zayn exuded as soon as she entered the private room. She did not even dare to raise her head to look at the man.
"We've finished all our drinks, and we quite enjoyed the way you decanted the wine just now. Do decant another one for us, please."
"Sure." Carla had taught her and Diane how to decant wine when there was time to spare. As a result, the girl had managed to secure quite a number of lucrative deals because of her skill.
For the same reason, Carla had sought for the girl's help to impersonate herself.
However, Carla had not expected that the girl would get so nervous that she was practically fumbling when decanting the wine. The latter even almost spilled Zayn's drink.
"Get out, " Zayn snapped in an icy tone.
"Yes, " the girl answered meekly and dashed for the door.
"It seems like…"
Zayn interrupted Benard, "That's not her." Just one glance and he knew for sure that the girl was not Carla. He was adamant that Carla was not even slightly intimidated by himself. She's always calm and composed before me. That was how she was able to decant the wine with such grace just now.
However, Zayn could not say the same for other women. Somehow, they always found him intimidating and would fidget uncontrollably before him. Despite having similar decanting skills, their edgy and jittery manners before him would be a dead giveaway.
"Then, the one before…"
Zayn stood up all of a sudden before Benard could finish his sentence. He headed for the door at a brisk pace.
Benard trailed behind him right away.
Meanwhile, Carla was swamped in section C.
Kristi rushed to her side and sobbed, "Carla, the man in the private room is terrifying. I was shivering as soon as I entered the room. His subordinate asked me to decant the wine, and he ordered me to leave before I can even finish it."
"Did he make things difficult for you?" Carla asked anxiously.
"No, not really, " Kristi said as she shook her head. Then, she proceeded to fish out a stack of cash from her bra and said animatedly, "His bodyguard handed me a stack of cash when I came out just now. I've counted it, it's exactly ten thousand."
"What on earth? Did he actually tip you that generously?" Diane was green with envy.
"Damn, why didn't he tip me just now?" Carla was envious of Kristi's luck as well.
"Haha, I'm rich!" Kristi took out four bills and gave Carla and Diane two each. "These are for you guys. Diane, thanks for recommending me to work here. Carla, thank you for sending me to the private room."
"Since you're so generously tipped, I don't think you need that other bill, right?" Carla grinned.
"Of course, I still need that bill." Kristi was especially sensitive when it came to money. "I was literally risking my life by impersonating you back in the private room. You had no idea how nervous I was just now. My heart was in my throat man…"
Before Kristi could finish, she nudged Carla and hurriedly said, "Carla, the man from the private room is heading in our direction."
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