It was a dark night.

The darkness shrouded the earth, and in a high-class entertainment club in S City, the lights were ambiguous and the music seductive.

On the stage.

A woman in a mask was swaying her stiff body.

The woman had a curvy figure, and her hair drooped to her waist like seaweed. She looked like a descending fairy.

The mask covered half of her face but couldn't conceal her beauty!

"Take off your mask, I'm offering ten thousand yuan!"

"Twenty thousand for each piece of your clothes, you have my words!"

"I have all the money, take it off now!"

Under the stage, those men were holding cigarettes and wads of red banknotes separately in their hands. They teased the dancing woman on the stage like a pet.

Lewd gazes landed blatantly on Lindsay Fowler's body.

She squinted coldly at the men off the stage, fought back the urge to puke, and continued to sway.

She needed money!

She needed lots of money!

Frivolous whistles rose and fell along with all sorts of unrepeatable obscenities. Behind the mask, Lindsay's delicate face instantly turned pale.

She had never expected this.

She used to be a proud princess. Somehow one day, she became so corrupt that she danced in a nightclub to earn a slender income.

Depraved as she was, she had her bottom line.

Therefore, she rejected the requests from those sleazy men without the slightest hesitation, "Sorry, that's all my performance today!"

Following her words, she turned to leave.

Just then, a fierce-looking villain rushed up, took out a wad of greenbacks from his bag, threw them at Lindsay's face, and shouted abuse, "Bitch, you're a whore and pretend to be a saint. Don't you need money? My money is enough to buy you out, and you must get stripped today!"

"What if I say no?" Never a doormat, Lindsay glared coldly at the sleazy man and retorted brusquely.

"If you wouldn't, I'll give you a helping hand!"

"No..."

Following a scream from Lindsay, those men at the scene got high!

Facing the sleazy man's grope, Lindsay was instantly ashamed into anger. Locking on his groin, she kicked him.

Squarely hit, the sleazy man grimaced in anger, "Bitch, if I can't get you here today, I'll rip my head off!"

Sensing the unfavorable situation, Lindsay tried to flee, but the mask slipped off inadvertently, revealing her stunning face.

She had clear, bright pupils, lanceted eyebrows, and long eyelashes that trembled slightly. Out of fear, she pursed her vermilion lips that looked more seductive at the moment.

Time seemed to be frozen.

In a moment, those men guffawed.

"Isn't this Lindsay, lady from Fowler Group?"

"I really didn't expect the lady from Fowler Group should be reduced into a nightclub stripper!"

"Is Fowler Group so corrupt that it needs the lady to walk the street?"

...

Those men didn't disguise the lust in their eyes, and Lindsay's delicate face turned paler.

She felt like a naked clown exposed in public.

Their lustful gazes were like blades that cut her body.

She was exposed!

At that split second, she ignored the mask on the floor and turned to flee. Unexpectedly, the sleazy man beat her to rush up and block her way with a smirk, "What a stroke of luck today! The lady of Fowler Group should be very tasty."