Chapter 3

Christina got out of the taxi and looked up at the towering building in front of her.

She stood rooted to the spot. Despite the bright sunshine, she felt a chill all over her body.

She had confirmed multiple times that this was the S&L Hotel. Apart from the name, everything else was identical to the S&C Hotel.

The divorce agreements weren't even signed yet, and Sebastian couldn't wait to rename the hotel!

The entrance was covered with a large carpet, erasing any trace of that night.

Her hands and feet were cold, and her body trembled uncontrollably. With each step up the stairs, her mind flashed back to that helpless night.

By the time she reached the front door, Christina was already covered in a thin layer of sweat.

The new doorman saw her trembling appearance and kindly reminded her, "Hello, the hotel is not open to the public today. I can help you find another hotel."

It seemed Sebastian had given instructions. She wouldn't be able to get in just by revealing her identity.

Christina deliberately appeared more vulnerable and looked at the doorman pleadingly. "I'm a newly arrived hostess. There's a big client tonight. I had an accident on the way here. Please let me in, or my boss will kill me!"

The doorman looked skeptical. "But..."

She quickly interupted him, not giving him time to think, "Please, I only have this one chance. I have debts to pay and a younger brother to support."

Seeing her red-rimmed eyes and pitiful appearance and hearing her tragic encounter, he softened. "I'll take you in."

Christina nodded repeatedly.

Once inside, Christina realized that the front desk was full of unfamiliar employees. Sebastian had replaced everyone, so no one would recognize her.

The doorman pressed the elevator button for her and repeatedly reminded her, "Don't look around. Go straight into the first room when the elevator opens."

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Christina heard someone muttering, "Did she really quit? Isn't it just a money issue? If she serves the people inside well, she will get paid."

A harried-looking manager was on the phone, urging, "The person you found is..."

Seeing Christina, he frowned in dissatisfaction and hung up the phone. "Why didn't you remind me when you arrived?"

He pushed her into the bathroom, handed her a thin piece of clothing and a mask. "Hurry up and change, then go serve drinks."

Christina looked at the thin piece of lingerie, her hands trembling.

The S&C Hotel had always been known for its high-end and clean services, and even hostesses had to be registered before being brought in.

She thought, 'When does it start engaging in such blatant sex work? Does Sebastian have to destroy everything related to me?'

But this was the only chance to see him! Christina steeled herself and quickly changed the lingerie.

The lingerie barely covered her nipples. Apart from the private area, everywhere was transparent lace.

Christina hurriedly put on the mask to alleviate her shame and humiliation.

Meanwhile, in the presidential suite, Sebastian sat at the head, with others scattered around the sofas, each accompanied by at least two voluptuous women.

A bald man had half his hand inside a hostess's lingerie, grinning lewdly.

As he groped, he asked Sebastian, "Mr. Boleyn, I saw you take a call earlier and you didn't look good. What's wrong? Could it be that your ex-wife knows you're here?"

The atmosphere, which had been warm and ambiguous, suddenly cooled.

Sebastian glanced over indifferently, his face expressionless.

Everyone knew that when Sebastian had no expression, it was the most dangerous time.

The others exchanged glances, secretly worrying for Miguel Jimenez.

Sebastian spoke lightly, "Mr. Jimenez, are you very curious about my ex-wife?"

Miguel realized that he had misspoken, and quickly clarified, "Mr. Boleyn, you misunderstood. No offense."

Miguel smiled awkwardly, not daring to look at Sebastian.

Someone else reacted first, speaking with a hint of reproach, "Miguel, why don't you quickly bring out the beauties you found to apologize to Mr. Boleyn!"

Miguel responded obsequiously, "That's fine. Wait a minute!"

He made a phone call. Moments later, five girls in lingerie each carrying a tray entered.

Miguel introduced them lecherously, "These are some of the best hostesses in Harmony City."

He glanced around, spotting Christina's mask, and nodded. "You, go to serve Mr. Boleyn."

Christina nodded and approached Sebastian.

Miguel, feeling a bit smug, said, "Mr. Boleyn, you'll know how good the wine is after she serves you."

Then he turned to Christina. "Give Mr. Boleyn a performance."

Christina didn't understand how to serve the wine as he said. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other girls each finding a man, with one girl pouring wine on her chest and pressing the man's head to lick it.

Christina immediately understood and imitated. She knelt on one knee beside Sebastian's thigh, opened the most expensive bottle of red wine, and poured it slowly over her breasts.

But Sebastian remained unmoved. He just stared at her coldly. His eyes seemed to see through her mask. Whenever she saw Sebastian's eyes, she felt a surge of hatred.

"Why are you acting like a fool? Forget it, switch to someone else!" Miguel impatiently waved his hand, replacing her with another girl. Christina wisely stepped back, looking for an opportunity to reveal her identity.

While she was thinking, a man suddenly grabbed her waist. The man who she didn't recognize pulled her onto his lap, his hand moving suggestively down her waist.

Christina quickly grabbed the man's hand and stood up abruptly.

The man was angered. "How dare you resist!"

In a private room like this, a hostess getting hit was normal.

Sebastian glanced over casually. But when he saw the mole on Christina's waist, he froze.

He stood up, pulled Christina into his arms, and tore off her mask, throwing it aside.

Because wearing mask, Christina hadn't worn makeup. Her face was clear and innocent, her eyes pitiful, contrasting sharply with her sexy outfit, which made her even more alluring.

But at this moment, no one dared to feel any desire because they could recognize who she was.

The people who had fun a moment ago were now stunned. Was Sebastian's wife just serving them drinks with her body?

The man who had grabbed Christina was terrified, thankful that he hadn't done anything more.

Sebastian's eyes were dark as he looked her up and down, his voice icy. "Christina, what are you doing?"

Christina boldly met his gaze. "You wouldn't see me, so I had to come to you."

The room, filled with an ambiguous and lewd atmosphere, fell silent. No one dared to breathe loudly. The men avoided eye contact, their hands trembling, especially Miguel, with sweat rolling down his forehead.

Christina spread her hands. "Either talk to me, or I'll continue serving your friends."