He exerted more strength in his arm, Yvonne Young held her breath, wanting to take the opportunity to escape, but the man quickly noticed and swiftly pulled her back.
Yvonne Young looked at him, and he gave her a cold warning glance while still whispering into the phone, "Yeah, let me hang up now."
With that, he ended the call.
He put down his phone, released Yvonne Young, and turned to pick up his clothes on the floor, putting them on as he walked.
His tall, erect silhouette remained the same, with buttons on his white shirt undone, looking casual and somewhat composed.
At this moment, he was heading towards another woman, but Yvonne Young didn't have the energy to be emotional anymore.
She faintly withdrew her gaze and turned around. She curled up into a ball and nestled in the quilt, where she could still smell a familiar scent on the pillow.
It seemed like that soothing scent had some hypnotic effect, for she quickly fell asleep, having the most complete sleep she had since returning to the country, waking up when it was already daylight.
Havana Quinn found Yvonne Young a job at the Crescent Lounge, one of the top three quiet bars in Eldoria City, an entertainment venue frequented by wealthy heirs and celebrities. Yvonne Young used to be a regular guest here.
It was inevitable to run into acquaintances. Fortunately, the boss allowed her to wear a mask while singing on stage on behalf of Havana Quinn. It was only for two hours anyway.
When she first went to Freyland, she had no choice but to perform on the streets for survival reasons, so she wasn't nervous about it. Singing one song, she received a warm response. Wearing a mask added mystery and novelty.
Yvonne Young finished singing the four songs requested by a young man, and the two hours were already up. She planned to sneak away from the corner and make a quiet exit, but she was stopped by the lobby manager just after stepping off the stage.
"Ms. Quinn."
Yvonne Young had used the pseudonym Autumn Quinn, and she nodded in response to the lobby manager, "Mr. Turner."
It looked like there was some business to attend to.
Mr. Turner smiled and said: "The guests at Exclusive Booth #8 have requested two songs."
Booths here were separate, like KTV rooms.
At Crescent Lounge, it's perfectly normal for singers to provide individual service to these booths. Yvonne Young used to do it often, too.
She didn't want to get too close to guests, so she gently rejected it, "Sorry, Mr. Turner, I can only sing for two hours as I'm out of energy."
Her tone was light but firm.
Having said that, she lifted her foot to leave.
Mr. Turner blocked her way again with a difficult expression, "Ms. Quinn, if it were any other guest, we could decline, but we can't afford to offend the guests at Booth #8."
Yvonne Young realized that she had no choice but to do it. She could just walk away and leave this job, but it was Havana Quinn who had introduced her to it. By simply leaving, she would be putting Havana in a difficult position.
After weighing her options, she reluctantly agreed, "Alright."
The lighting was dim in the booth, and Yvonne Young glanced at the men sitting on the sofa, none of them had familiar faces.
She let out a sigh of relief.
As Yvonne Young had been singing on stage earlier, everyone in the bar knew who she was. Someone pointed at her and asked, "Is this a complimentary service provided by the bar?"
That voice...
Yvonne Young was startled and looked at the man who had spoken.
Howard Hamilton, whom she hadn't seen in years, was wearing glasses which she hadn't recognized at first sight. He was Spencer Sullivan's close friend, as close as brothers. If he was here, then...
As Yvonne Young worried, another tall man entered the room, making the lighting in the room even darker. She turned her head to see who it was.
She froze.