Chapter 060 So Indifferent
Natalie found herself unable to muster the courage to enter Room 606 again. Instead, she delegated the task of delivering the wine to Denise.
Bachilit, with its population of six million, was a city that thrummed with life and activity. It was a metropolis so large that Natalie had never anticipated crossing paths with Adrian again.
The sixth floor of the establishment was bustling with numerous servers, each attending to one of the six VIP suites. However, the servers were not confined to a single suite. Melody, the manager, believed that competition was the key to motivation. She feared that assigning servers to specific suites would breed complacency.
Natalie stole a glance at the clock before excusing herself to the restroom.
Upon her return, she was accosted by a drunken patron who had lost his footing. The man was middle-aged, sporting a potbelly, and was belligerently demanding assistance.
As Natalie happened to be near the inebriated man, he noticed her and seized her hand. His other hand found its way to her shoulder, and he slurred, "Your hands are so smooth..."
A nauseating blend of strong alcohol and repulsion assaulted her senses, causing Natalie to recoil. "Sir, please let go of me..."
Desmond Walter, the drunken man, tightened his grip on Natalie. His slurred speech did little to mask his intoxicated bravado. "This job's all about letting guests get touchy, right? Drop the act. I'm Desmond Walter. I can have any woman I want. Stick with me, and you'll have everything you've ever wanted. Come on, beautiful, spend the night with me."
Natalie's brow furrowed as she struggled against his grasp. "Mr. Walter, you're drunk. If you don't stop this, I'm going to call security."
"Security?" Desmond sneered, cornering Natalie against the wall. "Even the vice-president of this place won't be able to help you."
Natalie squirmed under his hold. The passing waitstaff cast fleeting glances their way, but none dared to intervene. To her dismay, her colleagues at the Imperial Nightclub wore expressions of indifference.
"You smell so good," Desmond leered, his face uncomfortably close to hers, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent.
The overpowering stench of alcohol threatened to numb Natalie's senses. Holding her breath and gathering all her strength, she pushed against Desmond, her hands defensively crossed over her chest. Seizing an opportunity, she stomped on his foot and drove her knee upward sharply...
Then, she turned and fled.
Desmond howled in pain, "Ah—" The shock momentarily sobered him, and he bellowed, "You wretch, you're asking for trouble!"
In her panic, Natalie was unsure of where to run.
With Desmond hot on her heels, she found herself at the doorstep of Room 606. Hesitating for a brief moment, she closed her eyes and pushed the door open.
Her eyes met Adrian's.
She stood at the threshold, her breath coming in erratic gasps. Her hair was tousled, her clothes rumpled as if from a struggle, and fear was evident in her eyes.
Trembling, Natalie managed to lift her gaze to meet Adrian's stern look.
She clenched her fists and stammered, "I'm sorry, gentlemen. I..."
Her voice quivered.
Colby sensed something was amiss. "What's the matter?"
Before Natalie could respond, Adrian's icy voice sliced through the tension, "The staff at the Imperial Nightclub are getting too brazen."
Colby turned to Adrian, "Adrian..."
But Adrian didn't respond, his cold gaze fixed on Natalie.
A wave of absurdity washed over Natalie.
How could Adrian possibly help her?
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