Three years later.

It was April, and the rain in S city continued.

The club was shrouded in the smoke of the corridor. Beautiful women were teasing the guests, and a burst of harsh and ambiguous sound came.

Looking at the forced expression on her face in the mirror, Amelia Wytte pulled down the hemline of her skirt.

In the past three years, no more scars were left on her face, but her eyes lost their brightness and smartness

"Well, which room do you serve?" The woman who was fixing her makeup glanced at Amelia Wytte and gossiped.

"I'm a waitress serving wine." Amelia Wytte looked down.

"Oh, you have such a good figure. I thought..." the woman withdrew her sight and shrugged. "I heard that there is a distinguished guest tonight. If anyone serves him, she won't have to worry about her salary for several years."

In a twinkling of an eye, she found that Amelia Wytte had disappeared. The woman curled her lips disappointingly.

Amelia Wytte kept her head down and held the wine in her hand, as if all the noise around had nothing to do with her.

After she was released from prison, because of this stain, no company was willing to accept her. In order to make a living, she had to work in a night club with various people. She had to cause less trouble and be more tolerant. It was her principle not to make trouble.

"No. 302. Send the wine to the front room." The manager behind stopped Amelia Wytte.

It was a bottle of high-aged foreign wine. It was only for a valuable guest.

Be careful. Don't make any mistake!"

The spacious box was filled with a lively and extravagant atmosphere. The smell of cigarettes mixed with the ambiguous tone of men and women, making it like a stage drama.

Amelia Wytte carefully held the tray and walked to the center of the room.

"Well, Mr. Clinton ..." a sharp coquettish voice was heard, and immediately flattered.

Almost at the same time, Amelia Wytte looked over there subconsciously.

The tall and straight man, with his legs crossed lazily, put his slender and bony hand on the armrest of the sofa and lit up the cigar in his hand.

He was wrapped around a scantily dressed woman, revealing a large part of her snow-white back, and was rubbing the man's body in an ambiguous and strange posture.

After a while, the man frowned, impatiently pulled the woman away with one hand, and threw her on the sofa without hesitation.

At this time, even if the light was dim, Amelia Wytte could still see his face clearly.

His angular side face and slender eyebrows gradually overlapped with her face in her memory. He was as vigorous as he was three years ago.

Her hands trembled violently. The only thought in Amelia Wytte at this time was to run away.

She put the wine on the table in a hurry and wanted to leave.

"Miss Whytte ." At this time, her slender wrist was firmly gripped from behind.

Nicola Clinton said in a low and hoarse voice, "long time no see."

Amelia Wytte closed her eyes and didn't turn around. She shook her head and said, "you've got the wrong person.

As she spoke, she tried her best to get rid of his grip, but unexpectedly, he increased his strength.

Her thin shoulder was turned over forcefully, and Nicola Clinton looked down at her. His tall figure brought a heavy pressure.

"I will never forget you." There was a hint of mockery in his voice.

At this moment, his existence only made Amelia Wytte feel forced and scared.

Those young and frivolous love had been destroyed in that unfortunate prison.

"Oh, Mr. Clinton , I said you don't want a woman who was active. It seems that you have a hidden beautiful mistress." The young man beside cheered up.

"Yes, she is a little thinner, but she is quite cool and gorgeous. It turns out that Mr. Clinton likes this kind of girl..."

Hearing this, Nicola Clinton raised his eyebrows, loosened his grip and said lazily, "I don't like this kind of person."

Amelia Wytte seemed to have been used to his sarcasm, so she didn't say anything. But he said lightly, "help everyone. Drink all the wine."

For a moment, everyone looked at each other.

"Sorry, I can't drink, and I'm not responsible for drinking." Amelia Wytte was expressionless.

Nicola Clinton picked up his glass and chuckled, but there was no smile in his eyes. "It seems that your manager didn't teach the waiters well."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, clasped his hands, and wrapped his knees wantonly. "Maybe I should remind him."

Amelia Wytte's heart sank. The meaning of Nicola Clinton 's words was obvious. If she didn't drink, she would get her salary and get out of here.

At this time, several young men around also sensed that something was wrong.

The young master of the Clinton family had a weird temperament. He was a man of few words. He tried his best to send a woman to him, but he didn't even look at her.

But now he was forcing a waiter of low status

"I don't think so." A man with hair combed on his back laughed, took out his wallet and threw a pile of money on the table. "Beauty, you have drunk this wine, and the money will belong to you."

The men of high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen didn't lack money the most when they played. Several people followed and threw a few wads of money.

Amelia Wytte clenched her fists.

She seemed to have no other choice from beginning to end.

She wanted to live. The torture in prison made her sick. She needed money and this job. She needed to live. She needed to find out the truth of the car accident and prove her innocence.

This was the only thing that supported her

"Thank you. I'll drink it." Without any hesitation, Amelia Wytte picked up the glass and gulped it down.

The pungent alcohol went through her throat and into her stomach. She couldn't help choking and wiped the corners of her mouth awkwardly.

Then, Amelia Wytte drank up all the wine in the cup in one breath, and felt a wave of nausea in her stomach.

Seeing this, Nicola Clinton sneered silently.

She really drank it.

She used to be as proud as a swan, and no one could do anything to her. Even if Laura Kent forced her to kowtow at the funeral, she was unwilling to compromise.

But now she had to get the money even though she had been insulted.

His eyes darkened and he put the goblet on the table.

"Didn't you say that you couldn't drink?" He sneered. When Amelia Wytte was about to pick up the stack of cash on the table, he waved his big hand and the pink cash fell all over the ground.

"Fuck off!" His expression was very calm.

Amelia Wytte's hand froze in the air, and the atmosphere in the room froze.

After a while, she forced a smile, half knelt down and picked up the notes scattered on the ground one by one.

Her ten fingers used to be clean, but now they were slightly callus.

Looking at the thin body squatting on the ground, Nicola Clinton silently pulled his tie, but he could not get rid of the irritable anger in his heart.

"Thank you." Amelia Wytte stood up and left the room in a neither humble nor pushy manner. Her eyes never fell on Nicola Clinton again.

The room returned to peace. The commotion in Amelia Wytte didn't affect much.

"She looks pure and lofty. I didn't expect that she was just that kind of slut." Watching her receding figure, the playboys smacked their lips in disappointment.

At this time, Nicola Clinton leaned back on the sofa, his long legs on the table and played with his cigar with an indifferent expression.

Seeing this, the man next to him smiled and asked tentatively, "Mr. Clinton , did you... Know each other before?" So serious.

Nicola Clinton narrowed his eyes, bit the cigar in his mouth, and his eyes were unpredictable. "Yes, an acquaintance."

Finally, she left the suffocating box. The expression on Amelia Wytte's face was relax and somewhat dull.

She hurried to the corridor and avoided the place behind her.

"Ah --" she was in a trance and bumped into a hard chest.

There was a faint Mint breath on the man's body, gentle and stable, which was incompatible with this place.

Amelia Wytte stopped and took a step back subconsciously. "I'm sorry."

Eden Hawk stood still and frowned slightly. She left in a hurry without even looking up at him.

He turned around and took a look at the slender figure. To him, that figure was very familiar.

"She's back..."

In the cramped and noisy lounge.

A group of women put on a heavy make-up on their faces and flirted with each other.

Amelia Wytte took a deep breath. As soon as she entered, the director shouted at her, "No. 302, what are you waiting for? The dance is about to begin. Why don't you change your clothes?"

She nodded.

There were often dance performances in the clubhouse, and dancers were well paid. When Amelia Wytte was a child, she had learned piano drawing and dancing all over, so it was not difficult to deal with such an occasion.

Now in order to make a living, as long as she could make money, she would try. Besides, except for the dance head, the rest of the dancers would wear masks and not show up in public.

"TSK... If you can reveal your body a little bit, you can mmake men off the stage fascinated." After changing clothes, the director's eyes lit up even he saw many beauties.

She wore a dark black shoulder length velvet dress, which was low-key in color, but made her skin as white as jade in Amelia Wytte.

The tight fitting cloth outlined the perfect figure of Amelia Wytte and revealed the curve.

The corners of Amelia Wytte's mouth twitched, but she felt a little uncomfortable. This dress was too...

"Hey, Lily , I really can't stand it. She is just a waitress. How can she steal the limelight from you?" Seeing this, the woman sitting in front of the mirror with makeup secretly rolled her eyes at Amelia Wytte and whispered.

Lily raised her chin and glanced at Amelia Wytte with a weird smile.

When they were about to go on the stage, the women straightened their backs and smiled the best, as if none of them wanted to lose.

Amelia Wytte didn't notice that her high-heeled shoes were stumbled by the hemline and she almost fell down.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lily walked beside her and asked with concern.

"Your mask is askew. Let me help you tidy it up." Without waiting for the response of Amelia Wytte, she took off the mask of Amelia Wytte and quickly put it on her again.

"Thank you."

As the music started, the audience had already been boiling. Seeing beautiful women coming up, the guests whistled excitedly.

"Lily is the most beautiful! Lily is the most beautiful!" Lily , the leading dancer, was the old trump card of the club with the most recognition. A greasy middle-aged man laughed and hooted under the stage.

Lily showed a smug smile.

With the change of the colorful lights on the stage, Amelia Wytte was dancing without distraction. All the disturbance off the stage had nothing to do with her.

Gradually, with the flow of dancing steps, people off the stage began to look at her.

"Did you see that the girl on the outsider is quite sexy?"

"Yes, yes. She doesn't look like a night club girl at all. She has an indescribable temperament, which is very seductive..."

People off the stage were gossiping, and all of them wanted to look at Amelia Wytte.

In a corner, Eden Hawk 's expression was a little complicated, and his eyes were fixed on Amelia Wytte.

She was supposed to be the proud and unrestrained lady of the Wytte family . She should be the queen of her own stage, not the dancing girl in the club.

His eyes had been following her, but she could only see that man in her eyes.

When he came back from his study, he heard the bad news that she was put in jail for murder.

"What on earth has she experienced these years?" There was a trace of pity in Eden Hawk 's eyes.

Halfway through the dance, Amelia Wytte felt the lace of her mask loosened when she turned around.

Her heart sank. She wanted to hold the mask, but it was too late. The mask fell to the ground with the swing of the mask--

The light just fell on her face in Amelia Wytte, and her face turned pale. Looking at the people off the stage who were focused on her face , she was stunned and stood still.

"Isn't she the eldest daughter of the Wytte family ?" A sharp voice suddenly sounded.

Amelia Wytte's body stiffened, and she subconsciously wanted to escape to the dark light.

"What's going on? Why does she become a dancing girl in the club?" the audience immediately began to discuss.

Seeing this, the crowd was in chaos. Seeing this scene, Lily , who was leading the dance, sneered.

Amelia Wytte felt that those harsh words and burning eyes seemed to peel off her clothes and chop her in the light.

She squatted down and covered her ears tightly, but those people's eyes followed her closely.

At this time, a suit jacket was suddenly covered on her shoulder. The coat was mixed with a faint Mint breath, which was somewhat familiar.

"Come with me." Eden Hawk 's gentle and deep voice brought a sense of relief.

Amelia Wytte was stunned. She looked up at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. Why was he here?

Before she could react, Eden Hawk helped her up and left the stage quickly.

In the private room, the young man with his back to the table was browsing his mobile phone. He suddenly exclaimed, "there is a big show on the dance floor tonight!"

"What show?" Hearing this, several people curiously stuck their heads out.

"It said that a girl from a declining family went to be a dancing girl, and there was also a video..." she looked at the phone and said with great interest.

"Mr. Clinton , let's go to have a look together..." he urged eagerly.

Nicola Clinton stood up slowly, picked up his coat on the sofa and said expressionlessly, "I'm not interested." He walked out of the room.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw a man and a woman standing side by side in the corridor.

In the light of the corridor, Amelia Wytte was wearing a black suit jacket, which made hER look thinner . The man was lowering his head and talking to her, as if comforting her.

Nicola Clinton squinted his long eyes, biting a cigarette that was not lit, and gritted his teeth. The scene was so dazzling.

"Miss Whytte , you are quite capable." With his hands in the pockets of the coat, he stepped forward, glanced at Amelia Wytte and said expressionlessly.

Amelia Wytte raised her head and looked at the uninvited guest in front of her. Her face darkened.

Eden Hawk frowned. When he was about to speak for Amelia Wytte, he saw that Nicola Clinton didn't even look at him. He grabbed the arm of Amelia Wytte and pulled her forward.

"You are so dissolute that you don't forget to seduce men everywhere?"

Amelia Wytte was inexplicably pulled by him, and struggled. "I don't know what you mean, Mr. Clinton ."

He sneered and glanced at the suit jacket on her casually. "You are good at pretending to be pitiful in this kind of place."

Amelia Wytte was stunned. After so long a time, he still stabbed her heart.

But wasn't he cruel enough to her? Wasn't he satisfied with her current situation?

Why did he force her step by step and find every opportunity to humiliate her.

"Yes, I'm a bitch. I'm dissolute. I pretend to be pitiful and win men's sympathy." Amelia Wytte looked up at Nicola Clinton calmly.

"But does it have anything to do with Mr. Clinton ?"

As soon as his voice fell, the strength that was holding Amelia Wytte's arm suddenly loosened. Nicola Clinton 's expression changed unpredictable, and finally he sneered.

"It has nothing to do with me. What about Bill ?" His eyes were as cold as ice.

Bill Clinton 's name seemed to be a taboo between them. Once it was mentioned, it would be out of control.

Amelia Wytte tightened her hands, which reminded her of many nightmares.

"I'm afraid even if he is underground, his soul will be uneasy."

"I..." Amelia Wytte opened her mouth with difficulty, but could not say a word.

She didn't think it would be useful to explain in front of this man.

"You live for him, and you die for him." Nicola Clinton stepped forward, looked down at her and warned her word by word.

"The wedding was also held. Miss Whytte , do you have a bad memory?"

He raised his chin. The black standing collar windbreaker made his expression even colder.

"That's enough, Mr. Clinton . Please stop when it's enough." Seeing this, Eden Hawk frowned deeply. He stood up for Amelia Wytte and protected Amelia Wytte by his side.

However, what he did made Nicola Clinton 's face even colder.

"Let me go." He lifted his eyelids and finally looked at Eden Hawk .

Eden Hawk remained unmoved, while Amelia Wytte felt Nicola Clinton 's suppressed anger.

She knew what kind of person he was. If she offended him, he might take revenge on her and the people around her by any means..

Amelia Wytte didn't want to get Eden Hawk into trouble because of this. She closed her eyes, slowly avoided Eden Hawk 's hand and returned the coat to him.

"Thank you so much tonight." After saying that, she didn't want to stay any longer and left the club with her head down.

Looking at her back, Eden Hawk felt heartbroken.

"What a unique taste!" Nicola Clinton glanced at the expression on Eden Hawk 's face and said in a sarcastic tone.

Eden Hawk turned around and wanted to say something, but he left without looking back.

He frowned and followed Amelia Wytte.

Back to the dressing room, Amelia Wytte quickly changed her clothes. Before she could make up, the supervisor rushed in angrily and scolded her, "what's wrong with you today? A good performance was destroyed like this. Do you know how much damage it has caused to the nightclub?"

"Sorry, the mask was suddenly loosened, i..." Amelia Wytte frowned and explained carefully.

She had no choice but to put aside her dignity for the time being.

"Don't explain to me. My temple is too small to afford you. Miss, pack your things and get out of here right away!" The supervisor's face turned red. Her scolding was mixed with the noisy music outside. She only felt a terrible headache.

Before she could say anything, the director slammed the door and left.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror dejectedly. A sharp female voice came at this time, "Lily , you are really awesome. This time, no one dares to steal your thunder in the whole nightclub."

"Of course. The eldest daughter of the Wytte family is a down and out slut." Lily said proudly, crossing her arms.

Amelia Wytte suddenly realized that her mask was loosed by her when she made an excuse to tidy it up!

She clenched her fists, suddenly stood up and looked coldly at the woman in front of her.

"Oh, she hasn't left yet." Lily said in a sarcastic tone, stroking her hair in front of her shoulders.

"If I leave, how can I know your true face?"

"Well, stop talking nonsense. You are not a member of the nightclub now. Get out of here quickly. Don't take our place." Lily asked her to leave directly.

The woman next to her pushed Amelia Wytte and threw her things on the ground.

Since she was released from prison, she had already forgotten what the limelight was.

She pressed her pale lips tightly, bent down to pick up the thing and left in heavy steps.

Outside the nightclub, a gust of cold wind blew, and she realized that she had lost her job. The savings in her card wouldn't last long.

She sighed and didn't realize that another man was looking at her.

Standing in the corner, Eden Hawk looked at the once beautiful daughter of the Wytte family , who was now so thin and haggard. It was conceivable how suffering she had been in prison for the past few years.

He opened his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "Miss... Miss Whytte ."

"It's you?" Amelia Wytte turned around and saw the emotion in his eyes.

"Well, I heard that you were fired?" Eden Hawk nodded gently and kept a distance from her.

Amelia Wytte felt bitter again. She lowered her head and pursed her red lips, without answering.

Seeing that the exquisite black shoes were closer to her, she subconsciously stepped back.

Seeing this, Eden Hawk felt even more heartbroken. He could only stand still and said, "don't be afraid. I don't mean anything else. I just think that I am also responsible for what happened tonight. My company happens to have a vacancy. If you want, I can give you a new job."

"Me?" Amelia Wytte looked up at him in disbelief. After hesitating for a while, she said, "but I... I was in jail."

With this stain, no decent company would be willing to hire her.

"I know, but it doesn't matter. I only value the employee's moral and working ability. Other things don't matter." Eden Hawk answered straightforwardly.

When the four eyes met, Amelia Wytte held her fingers, hesitating and shaking.

Just as she was about to make up her mind, she heard the man's voice