Hello, Mr. Brent

The night was falling and the streetlights flickered on.

Emily got out of the taxi and hurried into Cyberlin, the fanciest Club in the city.

Her father phoned her. He had drunk too much and asked her to come to take him home. Worried about her father, Emily didn't even get changed after work. The seven-inch high heel, black skirt, and white shirt, however, did not undermine her beauty but showed her perfect body and tempting curves. She is a beauty. No one can doubt that.

"Dad, are you okay?" Emily finally found the VIP room and went in.

The atmosphere in the room was a little strange. Besides her father, there was another man-a man in his thirties, tall, handsome. Without a word, he sat on the sofa and squinted at Emily. Half of his face was hidden in the shadow. Emily felt uncomfortable as if she was hunted by a venomous snake.

Emily felt her heartbeat quicken as she walked towards her father. There was only one thought in her mind: I must get out of here now.

But her father Anthony unexpectedly picked up a glass of wine and handed it to her, "Emily, this is my boss, Mr. Martinez. Give a toast to him for me."

"Dad, you are drunk. We'd better leave!"

I say," Anthony

choice but to take up the glass and walk towards the man

the cold gleam in the man's eyes. "My dad is drunk. Would

a real estate consultant, Emily can drink a lot.

around to help her father up, she was beginning to feel nauseous. Her head was spinning uncomfortably, and she was a little unsteady on her feet. More unsteady

staggered, and luckily, her father held her,

of everything. She smelled a rat and whispered to her father

here with Mr. Martinez. I'll go first and pick you up tomorrow." He pushed Emily to the sofa

uncontrollably fell into Mr.

Don't leave me." Emily watched her father leave and screamed

best but could

his arms, pulling her close. He smiled indecently and whispered against her lips, "stop yelling. Your father has already given you

me go, let me go," Emily tried and