Chapter 95
Leopold stared at her, not saying a word.
Lydia, clinging to his shirt, said, "Agnes, just go ahead. With Mr. Neville here, I'm fine. I'll take care of him."
Agnes just stood there, silent. That sneaky Lydia.
She glanced at Leopold, "I'm leaving."
Agnes walked out of the neighborhood, hoping Leopold would stop her. But even as she got into a cab, there was nothing but silence behind her.
Meanwhile, Leopold settled Lydia in the back seat, "You rest up, I'm going to..." He wanted to catch up with Agnes and take her to Bella's place himself.
But Lydia weakly tugged at his sleeve, "Mr. Neville, I don't feel well."
"Did you bring your medicine?" Leopold asked.
"Yeah." Lydia pointed weakly to her bag.
By the time Leopold had helped her take the medicine and rushed out, Agnes was long gone.
Leopold was so frustrated he wanted to scream.
Agnes got into the cab and called Bella back, "What did you call about earlier?"
Bella didn't answer, instead asked, "What's going on over there?"
Agnes replied, sounding down, "Nothing. Where are you? What are you doing?"
"I'm at a friend's party, and I wanted to ask where you got that wine last time so I can have some sent over." Bella's side was noisy, with someone singing in the background.
After giving Bella the address, Agnes immediately contacted Justin, "Where are you?"
"At the bar! Agnes, I'm trying to find you a job!" Justin said, sounding a bit helpless.
After all, Justin had taken Leopold's money, so he naturally cared about Agnes's affairs.
"How's it going?" Agnes asked.
"Just finalized it. The bar manager knows my status and has raised the singing fee to $220 an hour. I was just about to call you. When can you come for a trial?" Justin said.
$220, not bad. Other places only offered $60, and one required hours of singing. "I can come over now," she said.
Justin gave her the address.
At the bar, Justin introduced Agnes to the manager. Hearing about Agnes's impressive background, the manager couldn't help but take a few more looks at her.
Agnes had a good temperament and a sweet appearance, though she was dressed like a student. But that wasn't the key; the key was her voice.
Agnes took the stage with her guitar, and as soon as she started singing, she proved to be a powerhouse vocalist!
With a popular song, Agnes moved many to tears.
Seeing this, the manager quickly signaled her to switch to a more upbeat song. Otherwise, if the customers left crying, what would they do?
For the second song, she chose a love song, as a lady in the audience had requested it, and she happened to know it.
As she reached the climax, Agnes's voice remained steady, and the lady who requested the song excitedly cheered for her.
After the second song, Agnes took a break and quietly asked the manager, "How about we let customers request songs for an extra $40 tip per song, and we split it?"
The manager gave her a puzzled look, wondering if Justin had pulled a fast one on him. If Agnes had such a strong background, why was she so strapped for cash?
Even so, he nodded and called over a host to announce the new rule on stage.
Agnes was stunning, and a lot of people wanted to catch her attention, crowding the stage with song requests.
No song could stump her.
Having coordinated with Bella and turned off her phone, Agnes sang her heart out.
From 9 PM to 2 AM, the tips kept rolling in. Even so, Agnes, singing with genuine talent, was constantly requested. In the end, her voice was hoarse, and Justin had to drag her off the stage.
By the end of the night, she had earned $1,000!
Agnes clutched the wad of cash, kissing it repeatedly with delight.
In the dead of night, Justin asked in confusion, "What are you trying to buy? Is that worth you working so hard?"
Agnes cleared her hoarse throat, "I'll tell you later!"
Justin glared at her, "We're done!"
Agnes patted his shoulder, "Don't worry. Once I've earned enough, I won't come back, so you won't have to worry."
"That's the best thing you could do so your husband doesn't punish me. Otherwise, I'll just give you a few thousand dollars, and you don't have to come back!" Justin said.
"No way. I said if I used your money or Leopold's money to buy that thing, it would be pointless," Agnes said.
Justin fell silent.
Justin simply sat on the roadside, looking up at the sky. "It's so late. Where are you planning to go? I'm freezing. Aren't you going home?"
"I'm not going home; I'll go to a hotel!" She really didn't feel like facing Leopold right now, and it was too late to go back to the dorm!
Thus, in the middle of the night, Leopold received a message about Agnes's hotel expenses.
Didn't Agnes say she was going to stay at Bella's? He immediately called the hotel manager, asking how many people had checked in.
The hotel manager answered honestly, "Two."
Later, the hotel manager added, "A man and a woman."
On a cold and windy night, Leopold appeared in the hotel lobby, his face dark. The manager, having received notice of his arrival, didn't dare to breathe loudly and directly led Leopold to the room he inquired about.
The door was pushed open, and the scene before him left the manager a bit dumbfounded.
In the most economical room of the four-star hotel, Agnes was sleeping soundly while the tall man beside her was curled up on the sofa, one leg even hanging off the edge without him realizing it.
Leopold kicked Justin's leg, waking him from his dream. Justin, still fully dressed, threw off the blanket covering him, "Who kicked me? Mr. Neville!"
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