Chapter 4 A Nightclub Hostess

• Having no other alternative, Chloe didn’t forget to shoot a fierce glare at the elegant and mild-mannered man as Fiona dragged her to sit down. “That damn lunatic,” she cursed in a whisper.
• Even though she was absent-minded during the speech due to her bad mood, she had to admit that the man indeed possessed a captivating charm. Having a deep voice and a gentle smile, he vividly displayed the charm of a mature man with his every move, causing the female students present to fall head over heels for him.
• “Okay, I shall end my speech here for today. Thank you, everyone.”
• As soon as he finished his sentence, sobs of disappointment and reluctance broke out from the audience, making Chloe feel even more disgusted.
• Suddenly, the man spoke, commanding the scene with his powerful aura like a god. “Don’t be sad, everyone,” he said. “I have the opportunity to be your mentor after this, so we’d still have the chance of meeting again.”
• Upon hearing his words, the audience instantly burst into cheers.
• Chloe yawned with boredom while thinking to herself, That has nothing to do with me. A biology student like me has no use for so much knowledge in finance, so this guy probably won’t become my mentor.
• After the speech ended, Chloe stood up and slowly went out along with the crowd. Inadvertently, she met the burning gaze fixed on her by the man on the platform, and it instantly made her feel an unsettling heat rising within her.
• Having a brain fart, she didn’t know what gave her the nerve at that very moment. With a shifty look in her eyes, she directly stuck out her middle finger and flipped the bird at the man on the platform in an especially provocative way. Not only that, she thought she was quite domineering as well!
• Morgan snorted a laugh and smiled a mesmerizing smile. After turning around elegantly, he slowly walked backstage and stood there before taking out his phone. “Hello, Mr. Pearson.”
• “Hi Morgan, did the speech go well?”
• “Yeah, it went without a hitch. Mr. Pearson, I’d like to tell you that I’ve agreed to your suggestion,” Morgan answered, his mouth curved in an extremely strange smile of intense interest.
• “Really?!” Howard Pearson, the chancellor of Westside University, was pleasantly surprised. “That would be great! I’m relieved to have you here. Well, you just have to pick a few elite students and mentor them. I’m sure that they’ll become the next generation of social elites under your mentoring.”
• “It’s so kind of you to say that.” Morgan always spoke gently and politely but in an insuperably distant manner. “But I’d like to make a request, Mr. Pearson.”
• “No problem. Just say it,” Howard agreed almost without deliberation.
• “I have been interested in biology lately. As you know, one is never too old to learn, but I don’t want to trouble the university lecturers for that. Do you think you can arrange for a top biology student to guide me? I can help with her thesis while I’m at it.”
• Howard paused for a moment before asking tentatively, “Do you have someone in mind, Morgan?”
• Morgan smiled. “Chloe Tillman.”
• Perhaps she failed to complete the transaction that night and even lost an item, Chloe kept tossing and turning in bed restlessly without getting a wink of sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, what came into her mind would be the lecher’s elegant and noble facial features, his slender build… and the tender touch on her lips.
• She couldn’t stop herself from reaching up and stroking her lips in the dark; the deeper she thought about what had happened, the hotter she felt.
• “F*ck! Why are you having spring fever, Chloe?” she cursed in a whisper while turning over with all her might to banish all the thoughts of romance from her head. Just sleep—tomorrow is the weekend, and I must go home.
• At the thought of this, all her excitement turned into depressing stress.
• The next day, Chloe stood before a white mansion and took a deep breath before stepping inside.
• Charles Wood, the butler, opened the door for her. “Welcome back, Young Lady Chloe.”
• Chloe nodded at Charles with a smile. Seeing the look of sincerity and pleasant surprise in his eyes, she felt a bit sad, for Charles and Belinda Johnson were the only ones in this family who were sincere to her. “Shh,” she responded vigilantly. “Don’t let her know that you called me this way, Mr. Wood.”
• Charles nodded with a sorrowful sigh. After consoling him with a smile, she entered the living room. “I’m back, Miss Yasmin.”
• The atmosphere in the living room was quite oppressive. An elegant and poised woman dressed in an evening gown with a shawl draped over her shoulders was sitting at the center; seeing that Chloe had entered, she merely cast Chloe a sidelong glance. “You’re here. Have a seat.”
• Chloe pursed her lips and did as the woman said without a smile.
• In the awkward and somber atmosphere, the woman called Miss Yasmin slowly put down the teacup in her hand before looking at Chloe with a pair of frosty eyes. “Your marriage into the Dixon Family was arranged four years ago, but you put it off for four years with the excuse of your university studies. Now that the four years are due, you should keep your promise.”
• One couldn’t tell the look on Chloe’s face as she hung her head.
• “If you weasel out of this again using any excuse this time, I think that your mother’s hospitalization expenses—”
• “Okay, I promise!” Chloe suddenly looked up and consented before Yasmin Jenkins could finish her sentence.
• Chloe’s mother was her Achilles’ heel and the only tool they threatened her with.
• Seeing that Chloe had consented to it, Yasmin smiled in satisfaction. “All right. I’ve made an appointment with Old Master Dixon to have dinner together tomorrow, so you must be present by then.”
• Chloe didn’t say anything; she could only agree to it since she couldn’t answer Yasmin back.
• After finishing her sentence, Yasmin stood up and left in a manner that she thought was elegant.
• The incident four years ago plunged Chloe’s mother into insanity, after which Chloe’s cold-hearted father sent her into the psychiatric hospital and never cared about her since then. Ironically, Yasmin then joined the Tillman Family and became the lady of the house, bringing a daughter who was Chloe’s half-sister of the same age.
• Chloe never believed that her mother’s mental illness was caused by that incident. There had to be some other reason behind it, but she couldn’t find out the truth for now, nor was she capable enough to take care of her mother. Therefore, she couldn’t leave the Tillman Family just yet.
• After letting out a sigh, she stood up and went back to her bedroom, the only place that belonged to her in Tillman Residence.
• The next morning, Chloe was woken up from her deep sleep by an urgent knock on the door. When she opened the door in a sleepy haze, a group of people charged into the room—she was dumbfounded by it.
• Yasmin, the last person who came in after the crowd, directed this group of unknown people. “Dress her up according to what I’ve said.”
• Chloe was then manipulated by them like a doll with no autonomy at all.
• Three hours later, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and stared at herself with stupefaction. In the mirror, her originally long and straight black hair was styled in attractive big waves, whereas her exquisite and tiny face had charming makeup applied to it. Dressed in a black tube dress and a pair of silver platform shoes that were at least five inches high… she looked just like a nightclub hostess.
• F*ck! Won’t I give Old Master Dixon a shock by going out like this? Chloe thought to herself as she asked, “Is it really fine to dress like this, Miss Yasmin?”
• Yasmin nodded with satisfaction. “Yeah, you look great. It’s said that the Dixon Family’s eldest grandson has a liking for women who dress provocatively. You’re dressed to his taste.”
• With that, she smiled a strange smile.