"Elsie?"
Skylar looked in surprise at Elsie, who stood before her dressed in a blood-red costume, her waist-length hair hanging loose and her face heavily powdered in a ghostly makeup look.
Elsie was clearly dressed as a ghost—evidently part of the escape room staff.
Elsie herself didn't expect to run into Skylar again so soon, especially in a situation like this. Thankfully, the thick makeup on her face hid her momentary embarrassment.
"I… I've been working here recently. I just started this job," she explained, breathing a sigh of relief.
Elsie felt a mix of emotions toward Skylar.
So much had happened between them in the past—she'd been confused, almost teetering on the brink of losing her morals, causing Skylar a lot of trouble.
Yet Skylar had still helped her in the end. Because of this, Elsie felt deeply remorseful.
To make things worse, her current ghostly costume was quite frightening.
Skylar smiled and nodded. "I see. Well, I wish you success in your work."
After a brief greeting, Skylar rejoined her colleagues and continued the game.
Seeing Skylar's calm demeanor and her lack of condescension toward her job, Elsie suddenly understood why Joe had loved Skylar and remained unwavering for so many years, no matter how many people tried to tempt him.
In Skylar's eyes, there was no such thing as a lowly or noble job—work was just something to be done with a clear conscience.
At that moment, Elsie felt an unexpected surge of energy—an energy that made her determined to move forward step by step.
Even if she no longer lived the life of a rich young lady in a wealthy family, she could rely on herself. There was no need to sell her body to please Alban or anyone else.
The difficulties at home couldn't be solved by selling herself—it wouldn't address the root of the problem.
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