Chapter 22 Five Million

• “Ms. Mikayla, don't go.” Mabel urgently grabbed Mikayla, pleading evident in her gaze. “Mr. Scott might not be clueless about this.” As she spoke, she opened her palm, revealing the bank card, and gave Mikayla a wry smile. “Ms. Mikayla, you've seen many things. Can someone like me, with my looks, make five million?”
• The answer was painfully clear. A shiver ran through Mikayla's body as realization dawned on her. Mr. Scott is tormenting and humiliating this woman. This is too cruel...
• Three days had passed since Mabel was transferred to the Public Relations Department, yet she hadn't earned a single cent. She glanced at the time. It was seven minutes past eleven in the night, precisely the moment when the night became increasingly lively.