She was now certain that Lord Parker had recognized her!
Gold glanced at Peach with undisguised admiration in his eyes. It was rare for a newcomer to be accepted by clients on their first day; usually, they had to observe for a week before getting a chance. Lord Parker was a regular here, known for his picky taste. Although he was generous, he often complained about the lack of novelty, prompting Gold to notify him whenever there was “new stock.”
“Well, what a coincidence… Lord Parker, you haven’t been here for over half a month. Apple and Pineapple mention you every day,” Gold said. “I was just about to call you. We have a newcomer, freshly trained and ready for you. Here she is-Peach. You seemed to like her already. Great minds think alike, hahaha.”
Gold pushed Ruth forward, causing her to stumble and kneel in front of Lord Parker. Her short skirt failed to cover her legs, exposing her to his gaze. Feeling his eyes on her legs, Ruth felt a chill down her spine. She looked back at Gold for help, but Gold happily took the money and left, reminding Peach to serve Lord Parker well or face consequences.
“Gold!” Ruth called out, “Come back, don’t leave!”
After Gold left, Ruth felt like a lamb among wolves, fearing the worst.
“Peach? Nice name. Crawl over here and pour me a drink!” Lord Parker’s voice was filled with contempt. Ruth hesitated but knew she couldn’t defy them alone. Just as she was about to stand up, someone pinched her waist.
“Didn’t you hear Lord Parker? He said crawl, not walk!”
“I… I understand.”
Swallowing her pride, Ruth crawled towards Lord Parker on all fours. His friends poured drinks over her, soaking her hair and clothes. She felt humiliated as their eyes lingered on her body.
Finally reaching Lord Parker, she didn’t have time to speak before he grabbed her hair and forced her head down.
“See? This is all because of you and that wretch Pearl. Since I can’t find her, I’ll take it out on you.”
“No, please… let me go,” Ruth pleaded, feeling utterly uncomfortable.
“Let you go? Dream on!” Lord Parker sneered. “Guys, this is one of the people I need to get revenge on. She’s yours for the night, just don’t kill her.”
The room had five or six other men besides Lord Parker. Some were thin, some were obese, and the most intimidating was a bald bodyguard standing behind Lord Parker, towering over everyone with his muscular build and menacing face.
Ruth couldn’t bear to look at him, thinking only, “I will die…”
Screams and cries soon filled the room, alarming Gold outside who was counting money.
“What’s the big deal? It’s just losing your virginity,” Gold muttered, continuing to count money.
Apple glanced sympathetically at the door. Peach had the misfortune of encountering the most perverted client on her first day.
The torment lasted until late at night. Ruth’s screams faded into silence. Lord Parker emerged first, looking satisfied as if he had avenged a great wrong. His friends followed, drunk and laughing about the night’s events.
“She was too inexperienced,” one complained.
“You played with her so long she was like a dead fish when it was my turn,” another grumbled.
Gold hurried over to serve them tea and water. “How was it, Lord Parker? Did Peach behave?”
Lord Parker smiled and handed her a check worth seven figures. “Give her ten men every day for the next week. If she survives, I’ll come back for her.”
“Yes, sir,” Gold replied, grinning widely.
Apple rushed into the room to check on Peach. The smell of blood hit her as she opened the door. Peach lay naked in a pool of blood, glass shards embedded in her flesh.
“Peach! Gold, something’s wrong… she’s dying!”
Red Maple Villa had never been this lively before; it now housed Miss Pearl and a little boy named Esteban. Pearl learned that Esteban was Giana’s son. His full name was Esteban Randall, and his father was from Chulae.
Giana used to speak before she met Esteban’s father while studying in Icham. He was a righteous man who saved her when she was thrown out by her stepmother and left penniless on the streets. They quickly fell in love and married.
To provide a stable life for Giana and their child, he decided to leave his gang. “One day, he told me he just needed to do one last job before we could leave together,” Giana recalled. “But he never came back.”