Chapter 912 The Conspiracy Behind
The woman leaned in close to Lyra, lowering her voice, "You messed up my fun. I was having a good time with the manager, and you barged in. You owe me an explanation."
Lyra, fuming, shot back, "I didn't mean to! The door wasn't closed right. I just came to talk about quitting."
The woman wasn't about to let it slide. "I don't care. You need to make it up to me. Otherwise, I can't promise your night will go smoothly or that you'll be able to quit without a hitch."
Anger surged within Lyra. "You're being ridiculous. I didn't do anything wrong!"
The woman sneered, "In this bar, I call the shots. If you don't play along, I have plenty of ways to make your night interesting."
Lyra knew that getting tangled up with this woman in such a shady place would only bring more trouble, but she couldn't stand being blackmailed like this.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself. "What do you want me to do?"
A glint of satisfaction appeared in the woman's eyes. "It's simple. Give me your commission from tonight's sales, and we'll call it even."
Lyra's eyes widened, "No way! I worked hard for that commission. Why should I give it to you?"
The woman crossed her arms. "Then don't blame me for being rude."
As the two were at a stalemate, a veteran employee of the bar walked by and saw the scene.
She sighed softly and said to Lyra, "Lyra, don't argue with her. She's got connections here. It's not worth it to get on her bad side."
Lyra felt a mix of frustration and helplessness, biting her lip as she pondered her next move.
The woman changed her tone, "Fine, if you don't want to give me the commission, you can do me a favor."
"A customer in one of the private rooms ordered drinks from me, but I need to serve the manager tonight. You go instead."
Lyra hesitated. She knew the bar's shady practices and feared there might be a catch.
But she also saw this as a chance to temporarily escape the woman's harassment, so she asked, "Just deliver the drinks? Nothing else, right?"
The woman rolled her eyes impatiently, "Just go. Stop asking so many questions. You only need to deliver the drinks."
Despite her doubts, Lyra nodded, "Alright, I'll go."
She thought to herself, 'As long as I can get through the night and quit smoothly, I can endure anything for now.'
The woman finally stepped aside, satisfied, and Lyra pushed the drink cart towards the designated room.
The woman swayed her hips back to the manager's office. The manager looked up and asked, "Is it taken care of?"
The woman giggled, "Piece of cake. Lyra wouldn't dare defy me."
"But why did you suddenly send her to that room?"
The manager sneered. "The customer in that room paid extra for a virgin. Look at Lyra, always so innocent and diligent, she's definitely a virgin."
"If we can get her in there, the customer will be pleased, and we'll benefit greatly."
The woman frowned slightly, worried, "What if she resists too much and causes a scene?"
The manager waved dismissively, "Don't worry about it. We'll handle it."
"What's there to fear? In this bar, she has no say. If anything happens, we'll just claim she volunteered. Who would believe a lowly waitress over us?"
At the door of the private room, Lyra took a deep breath, forced a smile, and gently pushed the door open.
The room was filled with the strong smell of smoke and alcohol. Several well-dressed men were sitting on the sofa, laughing loudly.
Seeing Lyra enter, one of the men with a slightly dazed look smiled, "Oh, is this the beauty they've sent?"
Lyra tried to stay calm and politely said, "Good evening, gentlemen. Here are the drinks you ordered."
She began placing the drinks on the table.
Another man grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. "Come, have a few drinks with us."
Lyra was startled and pulled away forcefully, "Sir, I'm just here to deliver the drinks, not to drink with you."
The men laughed uproariously, "In this bar, there's no such thing as not drinking with us. Stop pretending. Drink with us, and you'll get a good tip."
Fear gripped Lyra's heart as she kept backing away, trying to distance herself from the men.
"I'm really just here to work. Please respect me!" she shouted, her voice trembling.
But the men, driven by alcohol and desire, paid no heed to her words.
A burly man stood up, staggering towards Lyra.
"Don't refuse a toast only to drink a penalty. Here, we get what we want."
Lyra's back was against the wall, and she closed her eyes in despair. Just then, the door was kicked open.
Everyone turned in shock to see Jeffery standing at the door, his face filled with anger.
His eyes were cold and murderous as he surveyed the room, then walked straight to Lyra, shielding her behind him.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The men were stunned at first, then one of them, drunk, said, "Who are you? Mind your own business. This is between us and her."
Jeffery sneered, "Your business? Bullying my people is my business."
One of the men, seemingly the leader, sized up Jeffery and said disdainfully, "You talk big. Do you know who I am? I'm a big shot in this town. Try touching me."
Jeffery's eyes flashed with contempt, "I don't care who you are. To me, you're just a bully. If you lay a finger on her, you'll regret it."
He took out his phone, made a quick call, and hung up.
The bar manager rushed in, his ingratiating smile freezing when he saw Jeffery. He quickly bowed respectfully.
"Mr. Gray, what brings you here? This is all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"
Lyra knew Jeffery! If the manager had known, he wouldn't have dared to act this way!
Jeffery glared at the manager, "A misunderstanding? Is this how you run the bar? Letting customers bully your staff?"
Sweat poured from the manager's forehead as he wiped it with a handkerchief. "Mr. Gray, I'll handle it right away."
He turned and scolded the men, "Get out! Stop causing trouble!"
The men realized they had messed with the wrong person and stood up to leave.
Jeffery spoke, "Wait, apologize to her."
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