Chapter 61 She's Having a Really Bad Time
Tears welled up in Natalie's eyes as she hesitated, her fingers trembling on the doorknob. Just as she was about to muster the courage to open the door, a sudden knock echoed from the other side, punctuated by the harsh voice of a man spewing curses. "You bitch, I know you're in there! Open up!" he bellowed. "How dare you kick me? Do you have a death wish?
"You won't open the door? Break it down, boys! Drag that slut out for me!" Natalie's pupils contracted sharply, her heart pounding in her chest. She was at a loss for what to do next. The relentless pounding on the door continued, punctuated by the man's crude insults. It wasn't long before Pamela Sullivan, the woman in charge, arrived on the scene. "Oh, Mr. Walter, hello! What seems to be the issue? Who has upset you? Please, let me handle it," she implored. "Please, stop banging on the door. It won't do any good if it's damaged, and it could disturb the other guests." "Do you think I can't afford to replace a door? I know the vice manager, Jason. Bring him out here! As for guests, I am the most esteemed guest here! Continue banging! Drag that slut out!" "Oh, Mr. Walter, she's just a simple waitress, hardly worth your anger." Pamela understood all too well that Desmond, likely inebriated, was attempting to take advantage of one of the waitresses. Such incidents had occurred a few times at the Imperial Nightclub, but the owner had strict rules against such behavior. However, if a woman chose to engage with a guest outside of the Imperial Nightclub, that was her prerogative. The rules were clear. Such activities within the Imperial Nightclub were strictly forbidden. Waitresses employed by the Imperial Nightclub were protected by these rules and regulations. Still, they were considered lower-class citizens without any real influence, and any off-the-books activities were overlooked as long as someone was willing to take responsibility. In this world, money could solve any problem. And Desmond, a friend of the manager, Jason, had plenty of it. Pamela felt a headache brewing. She quickly dialed Melody's number. "Ms. Nicholson, we have a situation. Can you come over?" Meanwhile, Desmond was shouting, "Call Mr. Duncan!" He was determined to teach this slut a lesson. The audacity of her to kick him! The pain was unbearable. Inside the private room, Adrian held a burning cigarette between his fingertips, the white smoke slowly curling upwards. Even in the dim lighting, Natalie could make out his handsome face, with its sharp contours and a stern, icy expression. His gaze fell upon Natalie, and he could clearly see the fear etched in her eyes. Colby, listening to the commotion outside, scratched his ear. "Waitress, come here and tell us what's going on. Who are these people? Why are they so impulsive?" As he spoke, he chuckled. Colby had never encountered such audacity before, and he was intrigued. He shot a discreet glance at Adrian and said to Natalie, "Waitress, tell us the story. Perhaps Adrian can help you." Natalie wasn't sure if Adrian would help her. All she knew was that she was having a really unlucky day. She glanced at the shaking door lock and took a few hesitant steps forward, biting her lip. "I, I just came out of the restroom, and suddenly a man they call Mr. Walter stumbled towards me, and attempted to harass me. I took the opportunity to kick him, and then I ran in here."
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