Chapter 20

She lifted her head to look at him. “Don’t worry. Even if I die, I won’t invite you and your sister to my funeral. I don’t want to see you two in this life.”

“Sophia.” William clutched the ointment tightly. There was a splash of darkness in his light-colored eyes. “You’re the one at fault, not Leah and me.”

Even if they were to avoid each other, it should be Leah and him who were the ones who did the avoiding, not her.

Sophia faked a smile. Her expression was calm, however, it looked sarcastic.

“Me coming here is a mistake. You’re aware of your mistakes and you still don’t want to change. You deserve it even if you were to kneel for two days or two years!” William turned around to walk to the lift and threw the ointment into the trash.

The ointment hit the trashcan with a dull noise. The atmosphere in the corridor was even more depressing.

The person in charge’s face was red from anger. When he was about to punish her, the door of a room opened and a head poked out. “Come here, janitor. Someone threw up.”

“Okay.” Sophia grabbed her tools and entered the room.

The room was filled with smoke. The stench of cigarettes, alcohol, women’s perfume, and vomit all mixed together. Sophia could not breathe from all the smells.

“Excuse me.” She said and walked over the vomit on the coffee table and sofa with a rag.

The sound of the female voice stood out in the smoky room. A few men who were flirting with the women looked at her.

“I thought it’s a middle-aged woman. Who knows it’s a hot chick!”

“She’s pretty. I just can’t see her body. Take off your clothes and let me have a look. If it’s okay, you should just stay by my side. What do you think?”

“Are you f*cking blind? Her butt is so perky and you can’t tell? Come with me, pretty girl. You’ll make more money if you’re with me.”

The group of men was starting to spew obscenities.

Sophia ignored them and cleaned the vomit with her rag.

She could feel the stickiness of the vomit on her hand. Combined with the acidic smell of the vomit, she could feel her stomach churning. She ground her teeth to try to hold it in.

“I got something dirty on my shoes as well. Help me clean them, pretty lady.” The man stared at her perky butt. His gaze was heated.

Sophia stood up and backed away. She tried her best to control the nauseating feeling in her chest. “My rag is dirty. I’ll get a new one.”

After she said that, she turned around to leave.

“No need.” The man stopped her. He lifted his brows. “I don’t mind if the pretty lady’s things are dirty.”

Sophia lowered her eyes and did not move. She clutched the rag tightly. The vomit flowed into her shoes and her clothes. It looked disgusting.

A few people saw her and were visibly grossed out. They backed away from her slightly.

However, that man was still staring at her. His eyes were scanning her body up and down.

Sophia licked her dry lips and walked to him. She squatted and before she could see where the stain on his shoes was, he pulled her hair and pulled her toward him all of a sudden.

Thud!

She knelt on the floor and backed away subconsciously. When she came back to her senses, she noticed that she was kneeling in front of him.

Everyone in the room started laughing. Some people were even whistling.

As Sophia knelt on the ground, she was like a toy that was played around and laughed at by everyone. She was in a horrible state.

Both of her hands were on the rag that was drenched with vomit. Her short hair was hiding her gaze that looked like they were at their limit.

She bit her lips. Her entire body was shaking.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table. It was enough to smash this man’s head in.

She reached out to the ashtray. However, even she touched the edge of the ashtray, she retracted her hand.

She would only anger Charles if she did that.

“Little girl.” The man yanked her hair slovenly and threw a wad of cash on the table. His eye looked lewd and sinister. “Help me out. 100 bucks. What do you think?”

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Sophia was forced to look at his face that had a layer of foundation applied on. Her stomach was churning uncontrollably. She could only try her best to hold in her vomit.

Everyone in the room was heckling her loudly.

“Pretty lady, hurry up! This is more than what you earn as a janitor!”

“Champ does not care if she’s dirty or not. She’s a janitor. She cleans the toilets and dirty things. At least ask her to take a shower first.”