BXBX NOVEL Chapter 64 - Unable to Refuse Her Request
Chapter 64: Unable to Refuse Her Request
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Timothy looked up and stared at the door panel as if his gaze could pierce through it and see Samantha standing at the door.
Was she looking for him to borrow money?
His slender fingers, which were resting on the desk, started tapping unconsciously.
He had always loathed Samantha’s unscrupulous desire for money and profit, but if she really did make her request on that occasion...
Timothy closed his eyes gently.
Perhaps even if it was not limited to that one time… Even if she asked for it countless times; even if she was not doing it against her will; even if her intention was to swindle him, as long as she willingly spoke up, he probably would not be able to refuse her.
…
Samantha had, in fact, walked up to the door of the study. She raised her hand several times to knock on the door, but then retracted her hands at the very last moment every single one of those times.
She and Timothy were a fake couple. In light of the numerous times Timothy had misunderstood her, he must surely hate her deeply and would not believe what she said. Who knows whether he might assume that she was lying and swindling his money again?
She could not help but remember the words Timothy once said to her before, “Money isn’t that easy to earn. Your brother’s medical will be paid when you learn how to properly serve a person!”
If she had made that request to Timothy that day, she would definitely have to give him physical satisfaction in exchange for money. After all, what else did he enjoy more than using money to humiliate her?
Samantha stepped back unconsciously.
That little self-esteem everyone had could be thrown to the wind when it came to insignificant people, but they would rather hold on stubbornly to that laughable little self-esteem when it came to people that they once loved and cared for deeply. It was ridiculous when she thought about it.
She hesitated time and time again, then finally lifted her feet to turn around.
After returning to the master bedroom, Samantha picked up the phone and sent a round of messages to everyone she knew, asking them if they had any jobs that offered quick money and high pay.
She could still find other opportunities in those three days!
Even though Samantha was very tired that night, she tossed about in bed and could not fall asleep.
Luckily for her, she could breathe a sigh of relief because Timothy seemed to be busy with something in the study and never came back to the room.
Samantha’s eyelids gradually became heavier and she only fell asleep when the sun started peeking out of the horizon.
She had no idea how much time had passed, but she soon received a notification on her phone.
Samantha was roused from her sleep at once and she opened her eyes abruptly. She had slept while holding her cell phone, so she immediately picked it up and looked at the screen.
A friend had replied to her. [There’s a private party. A 2-day 1-night sea cruise. We urgently need a pole dancer. The pay is high, and it’s a daily payout. The guests are all rich so the tips will be pretty good too! One of my girls was supposed to go, but she sprained her feet at the last minute. Would you like to try?]
She had met that friend when working abroad. They were on quite good terms with each other, so the information provided was likely genuine and reliable.
Samantha also had a rough idea of how wild those rich kids were in their social circle. Such parties were commonplace and were held from time to time to broaden their connections and further consolidate their contacts. In order to liven the atmosphere, they usually sourced high-priced beauties who could sing and dance to add more excitement. If they could satisfy their guests and make them happy, the remuneration would be very generous indeed.
The opportunity was a rare one and Samantha hurriedly dialed the phone to finalize the time and place with that friend.
“Thanks, I’ll treat you to dinner next time around.” After hanging up the phone, Samantha’s heart calmed down slightly after a whole night of anxiousness.
The party was slated to begin at eight o’clock that evening. She had to hurry and catch up on some sleep to make sure she had some energy before she left later.
Samantha did not manage to sleep for long but she forced herself to sleep for at least a couple of hours. After she woke up, she brushed her teeth, washed her face, then grabbed two sets of whatever clothes she could get before picking up her bag and going out.
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Timothy waited for Samantha the entire night but she never came to look for him. In the end, he could no longer sit still and decided to go to the master bedroom.
However, all he saw was an empty bedroom. The neatly folded blankets on the bed were a sign that Samantha had already woken up.
He went out immediately and headed downstairs.
Samantha was nowhere to be seen, be it in the living room or in the kitchen. When he walked to the entrance, he saw that Samantha’s shoes were not there.
Did she head out again?
At that juncture, Samantha sole thought was to save Corey and therefore she could not possibly be in the mood to do anything else. In that case, did she go out to try and earn money?
How was she supposed to raise a million in three days if she did not ask for help from her husband, who was right in front of her?
Something seemed to cross Timothy’s mind as his gaze sank little by little and his eyes had turned cold.
…
Samantha arrived at the dock by car and met her friend Wendy Woolworth.
Wendy was responsible for organizing the performers and could be likened to a team leader. She was the one who brought them to perform on the cruise ship and was also the one who paid their salaries once the party was over.
At six o’clock, Samantha followed Wendy on the cruise ship and went to a special dressing room to do her make-up.
Many of the rich kids in that circle knew Samantha, not because she was famous, but because she was Timothy’s former fiancee.
In order to avoid any unnecessary problems, Samantha discussed with Wendy the possibility of putting on a mask when dancing.
When eight o’clock came, it was officially announced that the party would be starting. Wendy took the dance costume and handed it to Samantha, “Put on your clothes, Sammy, you’re up soon.”
Knowing that such dance costumes would definitely be on the sexy side, Samantha had prepared herself mentally ahead of time. However, the costume...turned out to be much sexier than she initially thought.
She did not immediately take it.
Wendy urged, “Think about the pay, Sammy!”
Indeed... Corey’s life depended on the money. Why did she have to make such a fuss over it? It was much better to make money from dancing rather than by sleeping with someone!
Samantha took the costume, changed into it right away, and walked out with a red face.
Wendy could not help her surprise when she looked at Samantha’s slender waist, as well as that pair of slender legs that were exposed due to the skirt covering only the base of Samantha’s thighs.
It was only by chance that she saw Samantha doing a pole dance in a bar when they were abroad. The scene was an unforgettable one, and it was also the reason why Wendy thought of her at that time.
Wendy fist-pumped the air and encouraged her. “Good luck, Sammy!”
“Thank you.” Samantha smiled in return.
She took a deep breath, put on a mask, and strutted gracefully onto the stage.
When the music sounded, Samantha grabbed the steel pipe in her hand and danced elegantly. Her long legs hooked the steel pipe and her beautiful body circled around it beautifully.
She used just enough strength and every action seemed as though she was dancing right in the palm of their hands. Her movements were enchantingly gorgeous and not overly sultry, but instead contained a certain ethereal quality that drew everyone’s attention onto her.
Once she finished her dance routine, the audience applauded loudly.
Samantha panted lightly as she went backstage. Wendy welcomed her back and said, “You were amazing, Sammy!”
After a brief pause, Wendy asked somewhat awkwardly, “There’s good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?”