Chapter 1299

Chapter 1299:

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The outfit was undeniably seductive on Nicole.

Even Jemma, who was used to seeing a lot of women, thought Nicole looked attractive and elegant. Even though her clients tended to prefer younger women, Nicole's distinctive charm and pleasant demeanor made her stand out.

Jemma looked into Nicole's soft, inviting eyes. She was sure that Nicole would be liked by the customers and would generate a considerable income.

Seeing Jemma seeming approachable, Nicole cautiously asked, “Jemma, I’m just a waitress here, right?”

Jemma noticed her anxious expression and reassured her with a smile, “Yeah, we just chat with customers here, have drinks, and keep them entertained.”

“Okay, I understand.” Nicole was a sharp woman. She knew when to speak up and when to bite her tongue.

Talking to Jemma about some issues was pointless. They were strangers, and she wouldn't get any help from Jemma. She had to rely on herself.

Jemma then suggested: “You need a stage name. One of our girls, Cherry, just left. How about you take that name?”

“Okay, Jemma.” Nicole agreed. She didn't care about the name. She understood that in this environment, her options were limited.

Jemma looked at Nicole with a hint of pity. The boss had assigned Nicole the task of entertaining an old pervert tonight. Nicole looked fragile and might have problems with a client like that.

“Behave yourself and you’ll be fine,” Jemma added. “And remember, don't upset the customers. “If you do, I won’t be able to help you.”

“I understand, Jemma,” Nicole replies.

Seeing that Nicole understood, Jemma didn't say anything else. She gestured to Nicole. "Come with me."

The door of a chamber was slightly open in one corner, and a woman's moaning could be heard from within.

“Melissa, that troublemaking little bitch,” Jemma cursed under her breath as she closed the door.

As soon as the door closed, Nicole looked up and saw a woman lying on top of a man. Nicole only saw half of the woman's face, but she felt a strong sense of familiarity. It seemed like they had crossed paths before. Moments ago, Jemma had called the woman Melissa.

Nicole mentally noted the name, but before she could ponder further, Jemma rushed after her.

Nicole had no choice but to follow Jemma.

Jemma led her to a door and said, “Come in.” It's your first night here. “All you have to do is keep this guest company.”

Nicole suspected that this was the person Vicki had mentioned. However, she thought that Vicki might have set her up.

Despite being prepared, Nicole still felt anxious.

Seeing her worried expression, Jemma reassured her, “You'll be fine if you're smart enough.”

Nicole agreed. “Thanks, Jemma.”

Jemma opened the door, ushered Nicole inside, and closed it behind her.

The room stank of cigarette smoke, and an old man with a large belly sat cross-legged on the table, presenting a rather unseemly spectacle.

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