Chapter 1 Feeling Heartbroken
It was in a five-star hotel at 10 p. m. in early summer. In a standard suite sat a woman in a tight little gown with a great figure and heavy makeup. Between her fingers was a punchy man's cigarette. Her trembling fingertips showed that she was upset.
Voices came from a bug stuck in her ear were like ruthless electric drills that stung her ears. Her heart was breaking. She was listening to a dialogue from a man and a woman.
The woman said," Benjamin, you've been sticking with me all the time recently. I can hardly take it…" The Man said, "Don't tell me you're not happy with that."
"Of course I'm happy!"
"My wife's going on a business trip tomorrow. You can come over tomorrow night."
"Benjamin, I am very curious about you and Ella Williams. She was a celebrity in our school, don't you love her anymore?"
"She's beautiful but very dull. I've married her for a year, but I haven't even touched her! She was so pretentious before. Now I don't buy this anymore…"
"So miserable? Isn't she living like a widow?"
"She deserved it! Come on, don't talk about her. "
Ella couldn't go on listening to the rest of the conversation. She took off her earphones, staring hollowly at the floor. She remembered the night three days ago, she heard her husband Benjamin Johnsontalking in his sleep, "Scarlett, you're so hot…"
Ella was shocked. Scarlett was her classmate in college. But they had lost contact since graduation. 'How did Benjamin know her?'
The next day, Ella inquired Scarlett's phone number through a classmate. She had Scarlett come to her home under the cover of asking Scarlett to help design the bathroom.
When Scarlett was in the bathroom, Ella peeked at Scarlett's phone. Though limited by the password, Ella could still notice that her phone was connected to the Wifi of her home automatically. Ella's heart sank.
She couldn't remember how she sent Scarlett away. After that, Ella went to check Benjamin's bank statements. She found that he went to the same hotel for eighty-six times in half a year… After discovering the hotel, she found the room Benjamin often slept in, and secretly installed a bug. Finally, she heard the truth she wanted to know.
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Out of the hotel, Ella got into a taxi. The driver asked, "Ms, where are you going?"
'Where am I going?' Where should she go...
It suddenly occurred to her that the day she got drunk with her best friend Alice Walker, Alice took her to the most famous private night club in the city.
"To No. 1 Garden Road, Sir."
'The Night Club?' The driver was clearly surprised.
Ella's face was expressionless. She felt her heart was like being quickly eroded by sulfuric acid. It hurt, it hurt so hard to breathe. She had a pang at her heart. She placed her hand on her heart, eduring the pain of her broken heart. Tears streamed down her face, striping her makeup away.
Half an hour later, the driver turned back, "Here we are."
Ella brought back to herself, randomly grabbed several hundred dollars to the driver and said, "Keep the change."
The driver thanked her with great delight. Looking at Ella, who was walking unsteadily, he spoke to himself, "What a pity. She's quite good-looking, but degrading herself in such places…"
Ella entered this famous night club.
She came to the counter and threw a bank card on the counter, "I have five million dollars in my card. Get me the hottest guy in your clubhouse!"
The girl at the front desk looked at her and asked politely, "Hello, Ms, are you asking for Mr. Arthur Jones in our clubhouse?"
"Yes, that's him!" Ellatook out some tissues to remove her makeup. The girl frowned slightly, " Ms, please wait a moment in the lounge. I'll make a call."
She took out her phone and took a photo of Ella. The photo was then sent to the curator Arthur Jones.
Arthur immediately called back, "Are you kidding me! How could you send me a photo of such an ugly women? If you do this next time, you'll be fired!"
"Mr. Jones, I'm sorry. But this lady is willing to pay five million dollars." The girl thought of the bumper commission she could get from such a large sum of money, so she couldn't help mentioning that.
Arthur was not in the clubhouse but in the president's office at the moment. He suddenly lowered his tone, "I've heard Manager Young said you're the new receptionist. So I'll give you one more chance! But let me tell you, it has always been me have the right to choose women. No women can decide whether to choose me or not!"
Then he snapped and hung up. The girl was just about to explain to Ella when Ella had stood up and walked straight to a young man who came out from the elevator.
He was around 27 or 28 in a well-cut dark suit. He had broad shoulders and narrow waist as well as a pair of long legs. His figure was as perfect as an top-class international model, handsome enough to make people drool. He had the face of the angel—deep-set eyes, high nose, pretty lips, even his Adam's apple looked so attractive.
Ella swallowed, looking at the man, but asked the girl at the front desk, "He is the hottest man in your clubhouse?"
The girl only worked here for two days and had no idea about this man. She was just about to say no but the man threw her a look to stop her. The girl was frightened by his temperament of a king and remained silent.
The He walked to Ella, and looked at her face without makeup. Still it looked quite pretty to him.
"Hello, I'm Aiden Hill."
"Hello, my name is Ella, I ... I have five million dollars!"
Seeing this woman was so nervous that she already stuttered, he raised a vague smile. He looked at her from the bottom to the top.
"Is this your first time to come here?" the man leaned closer and said. His voice was so tempting. His magnetic voice made her legs felt weak. The man clasped her waist, and a pair of unfathomable dark eyes was looking at her as if to see through her soul.
Ella blushed, "It is my first time."
"Want to come with me?" he asked indifferently.
Ella couldn't help thinking of Benjamin and Scarlett. Her heart ached again. She had struggled to maintain their family but Benjamin betrayed her. 'Why must she suffer from such anguish?'
She had only intended to console herself alone. But she could hardly calm down or keep her marble for the anger and shame in her mind. A few seconds later, she nodded.
"Come with me then." He raised his lips. The man took Ella away.
The girl at the front desk was stunned. Not until a luxurious Maybach drove away from the club did she realize what had happened. She hurried to call Arthur.
When the phone was answered, she nearly cried, "Mr. Jones! Someone snatched a customer from us…"
"What?"Arthur was a bit confused. The girl explained, "A strange man took a female customer from our clubhouse!"
