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Karina's expression darkened instantly.

Yes, she needed money, and she genuinely wanted to earn it, but she had not fallen to the point of trading her body for cash.

She stepped back, keeping her tone polite but firm. "Sir, I'm just a server here. My job is to sell drinks-nothing more."

"Don't play innocent," the man sneered, his gaze filled with undisguised contempt. "If you're working in a place like this, doesn't that mean you'll do anything for the right price? Look, I'm not asking for free. If you make us happy tonight, I'll buy everything on your cart. Don't believe me? Go ask your manager if he's heard of Mike Taylor."

Karina forced an awkward smile, grabbing the cart and trying to leave. She had no intention of compromising herself, but she also couldn't afford to escalate the situation.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but this really isn't part of my job..."

However, the drunk man, seeing her attempt to walk away, grew angry. He shot to his feet and grabbed her arm, muttering profanities under his breath. "I'm giving you face by choosing you, and this is how you act? Do you know how much I spend here every year-nearly twenty grand! Are you seriously saying you can't sit down for one drink?"

"Don't give me that crap!" he shouted, cutting her off. "You're already working in a bar. Don't act all high and mighty!"

Karina's eyes welled up with tears. She had been working so hard just to survive, but it felt like life never gave her a break.

"What are you crying for?" the man barked, his tone growing harsher. "You're ruining my night!"

The commotion quickly drew the attention of the bar's manager, who approached to assess the situation. Predictably, he sided with the customer, turning on Karina without hesitation.

"He just asked you to sit and have a drink. What's the problem? You're a server. How can you get into conflicts with customers?"

Karina knew it was pointless to

argue with the manager. To him, the only thing that mattered was the bottom line: how many drinks she sold, how much revenue the bar made. Whether she was being humiliated didn't matter in the slightest.

Lowering her head, she remained silent as the manager scolded her harshly, unloading all his frustration onto her. When he was done, he turned back to the customer with an apologetic smile.

"I'm so sorry about this. She's new and doesn't understand how things work. How about I give you a discount on tonight's bill and send over a few other girls to take care of you?"

"I don't need anyone else. I want

her," the customer insisted, clearly unwilling to back down. "She's the one I picked, and now she's giving me attitude? In front of all my friends? She drinks with me tonight, or this bar can kiss my business goodbye." noveldrama

The manager didn't hesitate to throw Karina under the bus. "This is your mess. You handle it." Karina felt cornered, her mind racing for a way out, when a familiar voice broke through the tension.

"What century are we in, and people are still acting like it's medieval times, snatching women?" It was Wilfred.

He strode over with purpose, placing himself squarely between Karina and the customer, shielding her from the man's leering gaze.

At that moment, Karina felt a surge of safety like never before. Wilfred's presence was like a fortress, blocking out the man's disgusting behavior.

"And who the hell are you?" the

customer shot back, unfazed. "Do

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you know who I am? I'm a VIP here! See that Ace of Spades on the table? He jabbed a finger toward the bottle, his arrogance overflowing.