The owner of "Dark Night" was a mysterious figure in Tung City. Even when Norris Moore was the daughter of the wealthiest man, she had no clue about the gender of the "Dark Night" owner.
She was curious, so she deliberately slowed down and heard a light but firm male voice coming from Ella Lewis's phone. She couldn't make out what he was saying, but she did determine his gender.
He was a man.
And from the sound of his voice, he was quite young.
*
Ella Lewis opened the door and gave Norris Moore, who was pretending to be well-behaved at the door, a complex look: "You can go."
Norris Moore blinked: "...So, should I deliver the wine?"
But the look on Ella's face made her feel that things were not so simple.
As expected...
"Deliver what wine!" Ella reached out to take off the badge on Norris's chest, "You've been fired. Leave at once!"
Fired?
Norris Moore slightly retracted her smile, "Sister Bell, did I do something wrong to be abruptly dismissed?"
"How would I know what mistake you made?" Ella was also annoyed. She remembered how casually the boss's voice on the phone instructed her to fire Norris Moore when she asked why, he asked if Norris had offended somebody recently.
Who did Norris offend that would prompt the "Dark Night" owner to personally call and order her dismissal?
The thought made Ella shudder.
"Reflect on yourself, who did you upset!" The more Ella thought, the more terrified she became, "Don't contact me in the future, you understand?" Considering who was able to personally call her, it's certain the person Norris offended is not someone ordinary.
"Sister Bell..." Norris Moore's face also slightly changed.
She didn't expect to get fired on the spot.
"I really need this job, I haven't offended anyone, I..."
"I told you to leave now!"
Sister Bell turned hostile very quickly. No matter what Norris said, she waved to the security guard and had Norris driven out.
Norris Moore stood at the entrance of the club with the uniform that the security guard tossed to her. She looked a bit lost and her face slightly pale under the bright lights.
The end of the month was nearing.
She hadn't earned enough money for Elias Moore's kidney dialysis, and next month's nursing fees for her father...
She gently bit her slightly pale lip.
Who did she offend? Who wanted her dead?
*
The phone suddenly rang.
A fair, slender hand with even joints picked up the phone from the couch.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Smith, you owe me a top performer."
The man's voice on the phone was light.
Trenton Smith stood by the window, looking at the brilliant lights outside, and smiled: "Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow."
The other party paused, then asked lightly: "Just a weak woman, why must you be ruthless?"
"Hmm?" Trenton Smith laughed softly, his voice sounded somewhat cynical, "Who asked her to insult me last night."
He seemed to choke on his answer, and then said: "You're crazy."
He hung up the phone.
Zara White walked in with a glass of milk, and saw Trenton Smith's silhouette by the window.
The man was tall and noble, his side face illuminated by the cold moon outside the window, the lines forming a stunningly beautiful profile. His gentle and warm eyes looked out the window, but the corners of his mouth hinted at a slight chill.
This was a man who concealed his cold-hearted nature behind a gentle and jade-like facade.
Nevertheless, she was hopelessly in love with him.