"Mr. Wilson, Miss Simon is here."
The windows of the black Maybach slowly roll down to reveal Aaron's handsome face.
When his dark and deep eyes sweep along Olive’s figure, there’s not a hint of stifling desire that the other men in the nightclub have in their eyes. His cold eyes make Olive feel so uncomfortable that she doesn’t even dare look up at his face.
Olive lowers her head and speaks in a low voice, “Mr. Wilson…”
She has already changed out of the revealing outfit from earlier into a plain white shirt and a pair of faded jeans. She looks more like a student now. No one would imagine that such a pretty and pure girl would work in a nightclub.
Obviously, Olive is nervous. She keeps tugging at the bottom of her shirt with both hands, looking even more pitiful with her thin body.
