Chapter 3

Ten minutes later, after Alexander fixed his hair, he brought me into the club.

I knew without guessing it was another gathering of his fair-weather friends.

The private room was filled with seven or eight people, both men and women.

As we entered, the noisy chatter in the room suddenly stopped.

"Oh, look who's here - the young master Sinclair with his pet."

"Seems like you're late today. Your admirer isn't up to the task, huh? How should we punish them?"

"Let's have the admirer perform for us!"

"Sounds good! We need a clown to liven up our drinking..."

The group started making fun of me again. I was used to it by now, nothing new.

Alexander naturally put his arm around a model, then beckoned to me.

"Valerie, didn't you hear? Everyone wants you to perform. What are you standing there for?"

I said expressionlessly, "I have no talents. I can't perform."

The model giggled, "Who says you have no talents? Aren't admirers best at groveling? Just kneel down and lick our high heels clean..."

Another woman glanced at her flip-flops and teased, "Oops, I almost forgot I'm not wearing heels today. You don't mind, do you?"

With that, the whole group burst into laughter.

The laughter echoed in the room, sounding particularly grating.

I stood still, suppressing the anger in my heart.

Alexander frowned and scolded, "What's wrong with you today? You're not listening at all!"

"Do you want to ruin everyone's mood and embarrass me?"

"Kneel down and start your performance now!"

I said coldly, "I'm sorry, but I don't have that hobby. If you want to lick, do it yourself. I won't."

As soon as I finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room became tense.

The model looked shocked, "Oh my, Mr. Sinclair, I think your pet is about to bite. It's even talking back now."

Tonight, I had made Alexander lose face in front of his friends.

He stood up and slapped me twice, trying to force me to kneel and lick the model's shoes.

But I didn't move, and he couldn't budge me.

Enraged, he jumped up and down, spraying my face with spit as he yelled.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Sinclair, calm down. Why get angry at a pet?"

"How about this - for every bottle of alcohol the pet chugs, I'll give them $1,000."

"Don't say I'm taking advantage. I don't mind spending on pet food."

The model took out a wad of cash from her purse and threw it at my feet.

The lackeys also opened several bottles of alcohol and placed them in front of me.

Alexander whispered in my ear, gnashing his teeth, "If you don't drink tonight, you can get out of my world forever. I'll even revoke your privilege of being my admirer!"

I looked at the time - four hours left until the contract expired.

Fine, I'll help Alexander liven up the atmosphere one last time. Consider it my final service.

Besides, who would turn down money?

$1,000 is still money!

I picked up the cash and grabbed a bottle of alcohol, downing it in one go.

This foreign liquor was different from beer, with a much higher alcohol content.

As the strong alcohol entered my throat, a burning sensation shot from my throat to the top of my head.

I almost choked, coughing violently after finishing the bottle.

"Wow, I didn't expect the pet to have such good alcohol tolerance!"

"This show is much better than shoe licking. Chug another one!"

"I'll put up the next $1,000!"

The group laughed uproariously, clapping and cheering.

The model took out another $1,000 in cash and threw it at my face.

"Keep drinking! $1,000 per bottle, isn't this easier than working a job?"