He Got Engaged to His First Love On the Day I Died-Chapter 100: If You’re Out Selling, You Need to Act the Part

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: If You’re Out Selling, You Need to Act the Part

Clad in sheer green gauze, her face painted with heavy makeup, she danced with mesmerizing grace.

Natalie Morgan never expected to see Theodore Grant here.

As she danced, her heart was in her throat, terrified that Theodore Grant would recognize her.

But he was talking distractedly to the man beside him, not paying her any attention.

So she began to relax.

The dancers performed with all their might.

The men clinked glasses and drank.

After a few songs, President Brooks pointed at Natalie Morgan and said, "Mr. Grant, that’s the new one. So pale she practically glows. And look at that little waist—so thin and soft. I got to touch it last time, and the feel of it..."

President Brooks licked his dry lips, as if savoring a memory. "...The good stuff should be shared, right, Mr. Grant? There aren’t many rules here. You can touch, you can kiss... It’s just that... if you want to take one for the night, you have to spend a little money."

President Brooks magnanimously slapped his own chest. "But it’s just a bit of money. If you really like her, Mr. Grant, I’ll cover it."

Holding his glass, Theodore Grant glanced at the dancing woman again.

The glance was brief. He turned back to President Brooks. "You’ve slept with her?"

"Not yet. If you like her, Mr. Grant, you can be the first."

Theodore Grant suddenly smiled. He clinked his glass against President Brooks’s. "Then I’ll have to thank you, President Brooks."

"Don’t mention it, don’t mention it."

President Brooks couldn’t hold his liquor.

After just a few drinks, he was passed out drunk.

After arranging for someone to send him home, Theodore Grant summoned Maya Sutton.

"Your dancers are quite good. I’d like another performance." He handed her a black card. "Charge it."

"Of course, Mr. Grant. I’ll have the girls come out right away."

Natalie Morgan came out at the very back of the line. She didn’t know if Theodore Grant had recognized her and requested the extra performance on purpose.

’She was wearing heavy makeup and a veil. He’s probably just looking for some entertainment,’ she thought.

The music began.

The dancers’ movements were sensual and alluring.

Theodore Grant’s eyes remained fixed on the woman who didn’t dare to look up.

After the song ended. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He crooked a finger, beckoning Maya Sutton to his side.

"Your dancers... can they be taken out?" He sat in the seat of honor, effortlessly embodying the air of a man in charge.

Maya Sutton had seen plenty of rich men like him.

Usually, the ones who wanted to take a girl out were older, seeking novelty and the young flesh of the dancers.

It was rare to see one so young and handsome.

"Taking one out for the night isn’t cheap," she said cautiously, afraid of offending her wealthy patron.

The girls here were famous in Riverden for their beauty; every single one had been carefully selected.

The price for a night was steep—two hundred thousand per session.

"Do I look like someone who can’t afford it?" He held a cigarette between his fingers, took an elegant drag, and slowly raised his hand to point at Natalie Morgan in the back. "Her. How much for a night?"

Although Natalie Morgan didn’t look up, she could feel that Theodore Grant was pointing at her.

She lowered her head even further.

"Mr. Grant, this girl doesn’t do overnights." Maya Sutton pulled another young, beautiful dancer forward. "How about this one? She’s even younger, great in bed, and has a sweet mouth. I guarantee she’ll take very good care of you."

The girl was just about to step forward.

When Theodore Grant’s sharp gaze swept over her.

She flinched, shrinking back, and stood frozen in place.

"I want her." His gaze was direct, fixed on the woman who dared not look up. "One million for one night. Ask her if she’ll go with me."

’One million?’

’Rich men really are generous.’

"I’ll go ask."

Maya Sutton knew Natalie Morgan was desperate for money. A price of one million for a single night was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Besides, he was a young man—infinitely better than those ashtrays past their prime who reeked of old age.

"What do you say?" Maya Sutton asked quietly.

Natalie Morgan desperately wanted that million, but the man was Theodore Grant. She couldn’t earn this money from him.

"Can I say no?"

Maya Sutton could understand. New girls were usually a little scared of their first overnight, but an opportunity worth a million didn’t come along often. "Don’t you need the money? Out of the million, I’ll only take a twenty percent cut. The remaining eight hundred thousand will be all yours."

"But..."

"Just close your eyes, and it’ll be over before you know it." Maya Sutton whispered in Natalie Morgan’s ear, "Wouldn’t it be good to solve your urgent problem and get back to a normal life sooner?"

’Of course it would be good.’

’But the man across from her was Theodore Grant.’

"I..." She didn’t dare.

"There’s a first time for everything. Think about it again." Swaying her hips, Maya Sutton walked back to Theodore Grant. "The girl is a bit shy. Perhaps we should forget it."

"Two million." His eyes were cold, never leaving Natalie Morgan. "Tell her that being too greedy isn’t necessarily a good thing."

"This..."

Maya Sutton was caught in a dilemma.

Natalie Morgan looked up, her gaze meeting Theodore Grant’s.

Their eyes locked. Beneath his calm expression was an emotion she couldn’t decipher.

Maya Sutton returned to Natalie Morgan’s side, about to try persuading her again, when Natalie spoke up. "I’ll go. But I want the money first."

"Not a problem. Our rule here has always been payment before you take someone." The thought that she could pocket four hundred thousand made Maya Sutton grin from ear to ear. "Mr. Grant, will you be paying by card?"

Theodore Grant said in a low voice, "Charge it."

Two million was charged.

One million six hundred thousand went into Natalie Morgan’s account.

She changed her clothes but didn’t remove her makeup, and was escorted out by Maya Sutton.

Maya Sutton’s heart was a tangle of emotions. "Don’t be scared," she said. "It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Once you’ve earned enough money, you won’t have to do this anymore."

Maya Sutton looked at Natalie Morgan.

’She should be a flower blooming in the sunlight, not a cockroach crawling in some dark corner.’

Natalie Morgan just smiled faintly.

Then she bent down and got into the car.

The car drove on, pulling up to the Riverden Grand Hotel.

Theodore Grant walked ahead.

She followed behind him.

He didn’t speak, wore no expression, and even his pace wasn’t particularly fast.

Natalie Morgan’s heart pounded with anxiety.

’She guessed Theodore Grant had recognized her, but why hadn’t he exploded in anger?’

’If he hadn’t recognized her, did that mean he brought a woman back to a hotel room every time he visited a place like this?’

Natalie Morgan didn’t dare to think about it.

’Whether Theodore Grant recognized her or not, the money was already in her account.’

’Soon, she’d be able to pay back the money she owed him.’

In the elevator, Natalie Morgan huddled in a corner, her head still bowed.

The space was silent and cramped. It felt like an eternity before the elevator doors slowly slid open.

Room 1808.

The man swiped the key card, and she followed him inside.

He took off his jacket, tossed it aside, loosened his collar, and looked up at her. "Strip."

Natalie Morgan was speechless.

She froze for a moment.

"If you’re going to sell yourself, you’d better act the part."

His piercing gaze swept over her from head to toe several times before finally landing on her face, where it remained, just watching her quietly.

Natalie Morgan’s eyelashes fluttered.

Her hesitant fingertips began to undo her buttons.

The man let out a derisive snort.

He then tossed a cigarette to his lips and bent his head to light it.

The faint scent of tobacco quickly filled the room.

He gestured lazily, beckoning her closer with a crooked finger.

Her heart trembling, Natalie Morgan walked over.

He watched her with amusement, took a drag from his cigarette, and blew the smoke in her face. He hooked an arm around her neck. "Next time you do your makeup, remember to cover up that teardrop mole."

Natalie Morgan struggled as if she’d received a shock.

He twisted around, pinning her beneath him, his large hand gripping her neck tightly. "What’s wrong? Unhappy about being paid two million by your own husband to spend the night with him?"