Chapter 4 I can also sleep with Mr. Carl.

• Grace knew that Carl wanted to humiliate her, and the youths of the rich and powerful families who were playing around have already been whistling excitedly.
• But 100,000 a time was really a good deal. She has been here for a month and has not earned 100,000.
• She smiled, gritted her teeth, knelt on the broken glass and climbed forward step by step.
• Her white knees were pricked to pain and she could even hear the sound of glass sticking into her bones, but she did not shed a drop of tears.
• Her tears have dried up in the past five years.
• Within a distance of less than one meter, she seemed to have climbed as long as the world.
• She finally climbed to his feet, bit her lip and held out her hand toward him: 'Mr. Carl, 100,000.'
• Her voice was hoarse and ugly, like ground with thick sandpaper, and the people around her frowned in disgust.
• Carl was stunned that her voice...
• 'Mr. Carl, you don't want to default, do you?' She said without fear of death when he did not speak.
• 'Grace, you really make me sick!' Carl's eyes were cold and he kicked her hard to the ground.
• He opened his wallet and threw the money in her face.
• 'You want money? Well, I'll give it to you and treat it as a handout to a beggar!'
• The bills slipped sharply across her cheek and cut wounds on it, but she bent down inadvertently and picked up the bills one by one.
• The bills were trodden dirty and smelly by the bystanders, and her fingers were stepped red, but she bent over and quickly picked them up, stuffing the bills into her pocket like treasure.
• She knew everyone was laughing at her and reviling her, but she didn't care.
• To put it bluntly, nowadays, dignity could not feed her, but money could.
• Not to mention that this was life-saving money...
• Carl looked coldly at her and sneered, 'Grace, after five years of absence, you are getting cheaper and cheaper.'
• The word 'cheap" stung her heart.
• But why did she become so cheap, didn't he know?
• 'You will do anything for money?'
• Carl took out a cheque from his delicate wallet and wrote a number as usual.
• The cheque was handed to her with his slender fingers.
• 'Take off your clothes and do a erotic dance.'
• She lowered her eyes to glance at the number on the cheque. Mr. Carl was really generous.
• Several young men whistled excitedly and took their mobile phones to prepare for shooting.
• Although her face was ruined, her figure was still very good, it was no wonder that Mr. Carl liked it.
• Grace bit her lips and stared at the cheque in his hand, stretched out her bloody trembling hands to tear open the collar and began to unbutton one by one.
• A million dollars for looking at her body, she was not losing anything.
• Seeing the skin under her cloth, the men around her were extremely excited.
• But just as she unbuttoned the last button, Carl suddenly dragged her up into his exclusive suite like crazy.
• 'Grace, I didn't expect, five years away, you have become so cheap! For a million dollars, you can undress in front of so many people. You are really disgusting!'
• He threw her down on the bed and stared at her angrily.
• But she laughed sarcastically. Didn't he force her to be so disgusting?
• Looking at his abnormal appearance, Grace suddenly put her hand around his neck and smiled flattering: 'Carl, five years have passed, and you will not forget me, will you?'
• Her voice was not as ethereal and beautiful as before, but it froze him.
• She smiled more and more flattering: 'If Mr. Carl wants, I can sleep with you, as long as you give me the money after sleep.'
• She said, then took the initiative to lean forward and kissed him on the lips.
• A kiss as light as a cicada's wing made the blood in his whole body boiling to the highest point.
• He tore her clothes to pieces with his hands, but his eyes were attracted by the ugly scar on her thin waist.
• The tattoo of his initials disappeared and turned into a black scar, shocking and disgusting.
• He threw her off the bed with great force in an unprovoked exasperation.
• 'Grace, what happened to the tattoo? Where is my name?'