C33 (1/2)

”Package...” Raise? ” I looked at her in disbelief.

”Yeah, what's the harm in being kept?” You don't have to go out to work, you don't have to run the household like the main house, you just have to satisfy men's needs with your body and you can get a lot of money. ”

She pushed her hair to the side of her face behind her ear, revealing a delicate face as she smiled.

However, it was as though I could see the bitterness and helplessness behind her smile. My mistress … Wasn't it just Little San?

Just a second ago, we were still scolding Little San, but in the next second, are we going to turn into that kind of person? To seduce someone else's husband and destroy their family?

”Man Man, mistress and mistress have their own differences.” Charlene seemed to read my thoughts, and a mocking smile appeared on her face again. ”In the upper classes, mistresses are even tacitly allowed to exist, and some strong women will even settle relations with their husbands' mistresses in order to win over their husbands' hearts and protect their reputation. Between the three of them, each of them will take what they need, so why not? ”

”Just like the main wife and concubines in the ancient times?” I muttered and shook my head, unable to imagine what it would be like to be a mistress.

”Manman …”

”Stop it!” I interrupted Charlene, swallowed hard, and said, ”I know you're doing this for my own good, but I don't want to be a man's appendage. As for money, I will think of another way. No matter what, Linlin, I still need to thank you! ”

After saying that, I took my bag and ran out.

I can't accept that I was reduced to selling my body in exchange for money.

But Charlene's mocking expression lingered in my mind. She was like a person who had accepted fate as a compromise, watching me struggle with overconfident efforts, but to no avail, only to be swallowed up by the quagmire of desire.

I don't know if I have a better choice, but things haven't come to an end yet.

I haven't seen Charlene since, not until the day of the show.

She was holding the arm of a middle-aged man with a fat belly who looked to be about the same age as her father, but he was looking at her in a flirtatious, flirtatious way, rubbing his hand against her waist from time to time.

Charlene smiled and leaned toward him, feminine, but I saw the flash of disgust and disgust in his eyes as he put his hand on her waist.

I looked away. I didn't have the right to criticize other people's lives, but I could choose my own path.

As the organizers were talking to our group of models about what to watch out for, Charlene came up to me.

The others dispersed, each busy with their own business. I smiled at her and said, ”You're here to see the car, too?”

”I came with him.” Charlene gestured at the man. ”My financial backer is a listed company owner with a fortune of over a hundred million.”

There was a hint of seduction in her tone.

I know she's still not giving up and wants me to go through this show with a big one, just like she does.

I pretended not to understand and said, ”The exhibition is about to start. I have to go to work. I can't screw up the job you recommended to me.”

Shaylin raised her eyebrows as she stroked her hair in an extremely flirtatious manner: ”There are plenty of opportunities at work. You know what I'm talking about.”

I smiled sheepishly and ignored her.

She didn't mind, she just smiled with a meaningful look on her face.

The man waved at her, and she said helplessly, ”He's calling me, so I'll be leaving first. You …” ”Grasp this chance.”