Chapter 14 You Stalk Me
The words “Dance Gala” immediately caught my eye.
I picked up the flyer instinctively.
Seeing the words “500–thousand–dollar prize“, I perked up immediately.
My gaze shot downward.
It was a dance gala co–hosted by a couple of international hotels.
After the gala ended, the audience would vote for the best dancer, who’d win 500 thousand dollars.
I was greatly tempted.
If I won, half of my dad’s debt would be covered.
The registration deadline was at midnight tonight.
And it was already past 8:00 p.m. now.
As I saw the address, I breathed a sigh of relief–it wasn’t far from here.
Following the navigation, I came to the gate of a grand hotel.
As soon as I entered the lobby, I spotted a familiar figure.
It was Reynaldo.
Fate did play cruel jokes on people.
How come I constantly ran into him anywhere I went?
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Right now, he was walking into the elevator with a woman by his side.
She had a graceful figure, her long, straight hair cascading down her back.
Somehow, my gut told me she was Kimberly.
No wonder Reynaldo told me he wouldn’t come home tonight; he was here, getting a room with her.
In the blink of an eye, I was engulfed by bitterness as well as a hint of heartache.
Taking a deep breath, I put away all those negative emotions and walked toward the front desk.
Now wasn’t the time to dwell on personal feelings.
Money! Money was my priority for now.
The receptionist told me politely that I should go to the conference room on the second floor for registration.
I then went upstairs and knocked on the door of the conference room.
Soon, a slightly familiar male voice rang out. “Come in.”
I tried to remember who it was for a few seconds but still couldn’t.
As I pushed open the door, I coughed because of the unpleasant tobacco smell.
Looking up, I saw several men playing pool.
The whole room was hazy.
What kind of conference room was this?
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wrong place.”
I asked, a bit uneasy, “You mean I should sign up here? Where’s HR? Or the judges?”
“Hello?” A couple of men behind him spread their hands at me, grinning.
They struck me as trust fund kids, and I didn’t think they were professional judges.
Johnathan crossed his arms over his chest. “My family owns the hotel, and my friends and I co–host the Dance Gala because we wanna meet more gorgeous women. So, participants are all stunning beauties who are perfect in both figure and face.
“We’d rather handle the auditions ourselves than let some stuffy old men with no eye for beauty do it. Don’t you agree with me, Esmie?”
I rolled my eyes inwardly.
Then I thought, “He doesn’t get to call me that at all!
“What a punk.
While thinking this, I smiled fawningly, “Then… do you think I’m qualified to attend the gala?”
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