Chapter 90 You Can Do Whatever You Want
Seeing the blood on Margaret's face hit Raymond like a punch, but he shrugged it off and looked away.
Margaret's eyes were burning holes into him. Did Raymond really make her do that in front of everyone?
What a total jerk, a complete bastard!
Raymond noticed her hesitation and turned to Rex lounging on the sofa. "Mr. Ingram, I got other stuff to handle. Forget the contract."
With that, Raymond uncrossed his long legs, stood up, and without even glancing at Margaret, headed for the door.
Alvin shot Margaret a worried look but couldn't do much. He just followed Raymond, looking all kinds of conflicted.
He couldn't wrap his head around why Raymond kept humiliating her though he cared about her so much.
Rex freaked out, jumped up, and blocked Raymond's way, his greasy face plastered with a desperate smile. "Mr. Howard, don't be mad. She'll dance. Let's not mess up the contract."
Raymond stopped, his face still cold and unreadable.
Rex hurried over to Margaret, who had her back to him, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her to Raymond's side. "Don't go too far. You took the deposit. Where's your professionalism?"
Margaret yanked her wrist free. "You only said deliver the wine, not dance. Find someone else."
Rex, fuming, pinched his brow, itching to slap her, but with Raymond there, he held back and made a call.
The private room door flew open.
Donna, cigarette in hand, stormed in, already clued in from the call.
She quickly apologized to Raymond and Rex.
Then she shot daggers at Margaret and growled, "Did you forget what I told you?"
"You only mentioned delivering the wine. Nothing else. And you didn't say it was Raymond," Margaret shot back.
Raymond's eyes darkened. She didn't want to serve him, so who did she want to serve? Rex?
Donna hinted at Margaret. "You won't be dancing for free. I'll pay you extra, okay? You're so broke you're delivering wine. Dancing's no biggie."
Donna added, "If you want dignity, why are you delivering wine?"
Donna said, "If you don't want to dance, fine. Just return the $200,000 deposit. You can't take the money and not do the job, right?"
Raymond's face grew darker, and he sneered, "Mr. Ingram, goodbye."
He took long strides to leave.
Rex tried to stop him but was blocked by Alvin.
Rex shouted, "Margaret, say something!"
"Don't you want the money? If you mess up my contract, you're done." Rex cursed at Margaret. "You're already at The Velvet Lounge, why act all high and mighty?"
Alvin yanked Rex's wrist, making him yelp in pain, "Mr. Ingram, you wanna get physical?"
Raymond pushed open the private room door and was about to leave.
Margaret suddenly said, "I'll strip!"
Raymond's steps halted instantly.
Rex beamed with excitement. "Mr. Howard, did you hear that? She's willing to strip. We can still discuss our contract."
The private room door closed.
Raymond turned and went back to the sofa.
Margaret closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and swallowed her pride.
She was stuck. The $200,000 deposit was already with Nancy, and there was no getting it back.
Plus, she needed the cash, like, yesterday.
Backed into a corner, she had no choice but to go through with it.
Raymond's voice cut through the tension, "Are you gonna strip or what?"
He picked up the glass of red wine on the table, the one Margaret had handed him earlier.
Rex shot daggers at her. "Margaret, what are you waiting for? Mr. Howard's losing his patience. Can't you see? Hurry up. Do it right, and I'll throw in a bonus."
Alvin tightened his grip on Rex's wrist.
Rex yelped, "It hurts."
Raymond's voice was ice-cold, "Alvin, don't be rude."
Alvin let go, clearly not happy about it.
Rex rubbed his swollen wrist. "It's fine, it's fine. I know Alvin didn't mean it."
Margaret gave a bitter smile. She knew Alvin tried to stand up for her, but Raymond shut him down.
All he ever did was humiliate and bully her.
Margaret bent down, closed her eyes in shame, and took off her left high heel.
Then, she took off the right one.
Her small toes touched the cold floor.
Margaret bit her lip, her body trembling slightly.
"Keep going." Raymond squinted, eyes locked on her.
Margaret didn't look at him, just lowered her eyes and, right in front of him, peeled off her black stockings.
She tossed them on the floor.
Rex's eyes lit up with excitement. Margaret was stunning. He couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
Raymond saw it all.
Raymond downed the glass of red wine.
The bodycon dress was a one-piece.
Margaret pulled the strap, letting it slowly slide down.
Raymond strode forward and yanked the strap back up. "You're really cheap."
"Mr. Howard, my performance isn't over yet. The cheap part is still to come." Margaret forced a seductive smile, her eyes defiant.
He made her do this, and now he was calling her cheap?
Margaret pulled the strap down again, ready to keep going.
Raymond threw his jacket over her shoulders, pressing down hard. "Are you done?"
Margaret said, "Mr. Howard, you paid for this. You can't waste your money. You want to watch, right? Today, I'll let you watch to your heart's content."
Fuming, she threw off his hand and shrugged off the black suit jacket.
She tossed it on the floor.
Rex's eyes were glued to her shoulders and collarbone, swallowing hard.
Margaret was about to pull the zipper of her bodycon dress when a warm, dry hand grabbed her wrist.
Alvin instantly pulled the private room door open.
Margaret was yanked forward by Raymond.
His steps were so fast that she could barely keep up. She was barefoot, and people in the hallway turned to stare.
Raymond's face grew darker, and he quickened his pace, dragging her into the elevator. They went up to the 23rd floor, walked to a suite, and the door was open.
Margaret was pulled into the suite by Raymond, and with a bang, the door slammed shut.
Margaret shouted, "Let go of me, Raymond!"
She had just finished speaking when Raymond pinned her against the door.
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