Chapter 224 I don't like you
Jarman stepped outside, "Amy."
Oh, Amy Young. Edward had forgotten about her.
"What's wrong with her? She can't get out on her own?" Edward asked.
Jarman said expressionlessly, "She's got no trousers on, and she is tied up."
Edward frowned. What was he supposed to do with that? Let him put trousers on her?
"You take care of the aftermath."
Edward got up. The booth was full of undesirable things that were distracting to glance at.
The door to the room had just opened. Both the manager and mammy of the club were standing at the door. Seeing Edward, Camilla said quickly, "Mr. Smith, are you all right?"
As she spoke, she quickly glanced inward. As far as she could see, someone was lying on the ground. But the room was too dark for her to see whether the person was dead or alive.
Edward said without any emotion, "Amy's inside. Take a look inside."
Followed his words, Camilla immediately entered the room. The manager nodded and bowed, "Sorry, Mr. Smith. We are very sorry to have to bother you."
Edward said, "I promised your boss to help look after the club. Arrange more people in the club in case there are some rogues."
The manager said, "I've heard Camilla say they came from out of town. We were negligent and didn't think it would come to this."
Edward said, "Come on, let's learn a lesson."
He walked towards the lift, and the manager asked, "Won't you sit here for a moment?"
"There's something else."
When he was a few steps away from the lift, Camilla's voice came from behind him, "Mr. Smith."
Edward and the manager turned their heads simultaneously, only to see Amy, carried by Camilla, walking toward them in the corridor a short distance away.
Amy was the cash cow of the Redmoon Club. There were many public relations practitioners, but it wasn't easy to cultivate a PR and a calling card like Amy, who could earn more money than celebrities. From a few meters away, the manager saw something wrong with Amy. He hurried forward and said anxiously, "What's wrong?"
Camilla was also 'heartbroken,' "Those sons of bitches. They wanted to force a good girl into prostitution!"
She said so in anger. But then, she felt she had said the wrong words. The manager hurriedly turned to another topic, "Where are you hurt? I'll call someone to take you to the hospital."
Amy said in a faint voice, "Hold on. I want to have a word with Mr. Smith."
All the people of the Redmoon Club knew that Amy liked Edward. Although it was a long-established rule that she just made a living as an entertainer but did not provide sexual services, it had been rumored over the years that she kept her virginity for Edward.
Edward was a playboy, and Amy wanted to be his woman. They were likely to get together, but Edward never touched her, making many people laugh at her behind her back. However, Amy had never given up. She would keep her virginity for him, for she loved him very much.
Amy wanted to speak to Edward, so the manager and Camilla walked away. Amy walked toward Edward with obvious leg problems. Edward stood his ground with a calm look, "What's the matter?"
Amy stood in front of him and looked up at him. Her eyes got wet before saying anything. She quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears and said softly, "Thank you for coming over and helping me. Thank goodness you came in time..."
She was implying to him that she wasn't raped. Edward understood her words, but he didn't change his face, "The Redmoon Club doesn't have rules about forcing others to do something they do not want. Since you work here, we are supposed to ensure your safety."
Amy's eyes drooped slightly, wanting to say something. She was delicate and touching.
Every man would feel sorry for her. Edward didn't feel to her, so although he knew what was in her mind, he said indifferently, "Anything else?"
Amy looked up. Her charming eyes had crystal tears, "Are you leaving now?"
"Yes."
"I'd like to invite you to dinner and thank you for coming over tonight."
Edward said, "No need. I'm not here because of you. I'm here for the boss. You should go to the hospital sometime."
He turned to leave when Amy cried, "Mr. Smith."
Edward stopped and looked at her. Amy pursed her pretty lips, stared unblinkingly at his face and, as if she had gathered enough courage, said, "I love you."
Edward was expressionless, "I don't like you."
Perhaps coincidentally, a single drop fell as her eyes were packed with too many tears. She curled her lips, "I know. I just wonder why you dislike me."
Edward said, "It does not mean that I dislike you. Also, not disliking is not equal to liking."
He treated her like an acquaintance. He knew her but didn't care for her. Though they've sat at the same table and drunk many times, there was no other relationship.
Amy's eyes became brighter because of her tears. She said, fighting back her nose, "I guess you just look down upon me for my job. But I've never let others touch me. I thought that you would think highly of me if I quit my job here. But I was afraid I wouldn't have any opportunity to see you if I wasn't here."
She tried to smile. She meant what she said.
Edward wasn't touched, "No need to think about it so much. If I like someone, she can do whatever she wants. It has nothing to do with your job."
Amy asked, "Do you have a crush on someone?"
Edward had no mercy at all, "I dislike this question."
Since everyone is opening up, he might as well make it clear in case she would pester him in the future.
Amy choked on his words. She stuck for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry."
Edward looked cold, "Go to the hospital and have a check-up. Your body is the most important. You will be okay without me, but you may suffer from a hard time without money."
After saying so, he turned, pressed the lift, and strode in. His determined back left Amy in silent tears. Although he had put it this way, she still madly loved him.
No one was born to fall into the mire. Amy had no choice but to do this job. Not selling her body was her last line. She had signed a ten-year contract, and her best years were bound to be thrown away in the dust. She wanted to find someone to pull her out of the fire, but none of the rich people around was sincere in trying to save her.
She finally met Edward. He was a good man as he never sexually harassed her and didn't even want her when she courted him. If she missed Edward, she would regret it for the rest of her life.
Amy had always felt that meeting Edward was one of the few fortunate blessings in her life. But now it was clear she had spent all her good fortune meeting him, so how could she expect to go any further with him?
What kind of woman did he like?
Or what kind of woman would catch his eye?
Edward took the lift downstairs and took out his mobile phone to call Justin.
Justin picked up, "Uncle Edward."
"Where are you?"
"At home."
"Didn't you go to the ball game?"
"No. Bad teacher gave me a set of examination papers to do as my homework."
Edward said, "Okay."
Justin asked, "Are you done with your business?"
"Yes."
"Will you come back tonight?"
"Where am I going if I don't go home?"
Justin said, "Bad teacher said you went on a hero's errand and told me to lock the door if you didn't come back tonight."