Hot water sprayed on Angel's snow-colored skin and flowed on her intoxicating body curves.

She faced the water, closed her eyes, trying not to think about what was about to happen soon.

But that will happen eventually, and it happens almost every night.

The guest tonight was the type she hated—ugly, obese, rude, and treated her badly.

Just a few minutes after entering the room and entering the bathroom, the man had already left a very bad impression on Angel.

She doesn't expect any respect she can get, but she is also a human being and has feelings; she just hopes that those who treat her as objects or animals will at least not show them on their faces, even if they are acting, she will feel better.

"Hu..." The water stopped, and Angel pressed his hand on his towering chest and took a deep breath.

She wrapped herself in a bath towel and told herself that this was just another ordinary night... Don't expect anything, don't reveal any real feelings, go out to do what she should do, and then get the money and go home. It's that simple.

After a few seconds, she adjusted her emotions. Her professional "business smile" instantly appeared on her face. Then, she wrapped herself in a bath towel, opened the bathroom door, and walked into the bedroom outside.

"You've washed it for a long time."

In the bedroom, what was waiting for Angel was like this.

But this sentence did not come from the mouth of her guest tonight... because her guest was gone at this time.

Another person appeared in the room, someone Angel had only met last night.

"You...you..." Angel's expression collapsed in a second. She widened her eyes and looked at Jack standing against the wall. She muttered incoherently, then reached out and pinched her arm, "Ouch! I'm not dreaming!"

Jack did not complain about her actions, but just said calmly: "Where is your phone?"

"Wait!" Angel looked at him, "Tell me first, where is my guest?"

"In the closet." Jack's response was concise.

"Ha?" Angel was stunned. "Why did he go to the closet?"

"I put him in." Jack's answer was still concise.

When Angel heard this, he suddenly thought of something: "Slow down... the wardrobe is so small, he is so fat..." Thinking of this, she took a step back and looked at Jack in a squint, "I said... he is still alive?"

"Probably." Jack's answer...well...you know.

"What is probably? Who are you? What do you want to do?" Angel whispered.

"Some things need your help." Jack's tone did not change due to the other party's reaction. "Previously, when the person who asked you to "serve me" contact you, the phone you used... should still be there?" As he said, he gestured to the bag Angel put on the bedside table with his eyes, "I just looked at it. The one you brought today doesn't seem to be..."

"What! Have you flipped through my bag?" Angel didn't even listen to him, so he stepped forward, opened his bag, and quickly checked.

Her expression calmed down not long after, because her things were still there.

"Then..." Jack said, seeing that she had been almost flipped, "Your cell phone..."

"It's at my house." Angel replied angrily and closed his bag.

"So...you bring a different cell phone every day when you go out?" Jack asked again.

"Of course," Angel replied, "The phone rang when I was working, so amateur."

Jack didn't take this, just remained silent for two seconds, and then said, "Put on your clothes."

"What are you doing?" Angel asked.

"I'm going to your house." Jack replied.

"Hey...Mr. Rose." Angel said in a long voice, "Do you understand the rules of our industry? How could I take a man back to my home? Besides, I don't even know your name."

"If the name 'Angele' is as real as the gun on me, then we still have some conversations about this topic." Jack replied coldly, "Now, put on your clothes before I lose my patience."

Upon hearing this, Angel's face also darkened.

Jack is right, and like "Mr. Rose", "Angele" is also a false name.

Only dealing with people who have interests with her every day made her almost forget who she was before becoming "Angele". But when talking to Jack, she didn't have to act because Jack didn't need her to act, and she was not her guest.

Perhaps because of this, whenever Jack pierces the window paper with words and pulls it back to reality, she feels particularly disappointed.

"I wear it, I wear it, right?" Two seconds later, Angel stood in front of Jack, pulled off the bath towel on himself, and then glared at Jack with an angry expression while putting on his clothes, cursing, "I'm crazy, I'll let you take it off, and I'll still shout it alone."

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Fifteen minutes later, Jack was already sitting in Angel's car.

The car she drove was very ordinary, with reliable performance, but not conspicuous; it can be said... it is not consistent with her.

When people see a woman like Angel, the first thing they think of is luxury cars, villas, various luxury goods, and a nouveau riche with a big waist and round waist walking on the red carpet with her waist in her arms.

But Angel didn't have that, she was very low-key after "geting off work".

She drove an ordinary car and dressed in conservative and cheap clothes; she usually wore sunglasses and a baseball cap to eat in cheap restaurants; besides cosmetics, her other daily necessities were all price-cut goods in supermarkets... Compared with her "work", she was completely different in life.

However, the community she lives in is not bad. It is considered a middle-class territory, with good public security, and her family is also a separate courtyard. After all,... she herself is a "luxury product", and it is too dangerous to go to areas with poor public security all day long.

"Can you hide down? Mr. Rose." Angel suddenly said to Jack as he was about to enter his community.

Along the way, neither of them spoke very much, so she suddenly made a request to Jack, which surprised Jack a little.

"I don't want my neighbors to see me carrying the man home in the middle of the night and then chewing around the corners of the gossip." Angel added when he saw Jack was not moving.

If it were the Jack four years ago, he would not pay attention to the other party at all, but now Jack... After thinking for a few seconds, he slid down from the passenger seat and curled up to hide at Angel's legs.

"No neighbors in your neighbors know your profession?" Jack asked casually after hiding.

"Of course not." Angel replied, "If anyone knew what I was doing, I would have to move away... I had been recognized by people in my previous place, and in less than a week, women started throwing garbage on my lawn, men created various opportunities to harass me, and even three or five people tried to break into my house during the day. If I hadn't discovered it in time and ran through the back door, I wouldn't have known what would have happened..." She seemed very calm when she said these words, and it seemed that she had long been used to such things,

Even worse, "If someone in our business is known, it will not even be considered by others. Even if I am raped and killed one day, it is worthy of it in the eyes of those so-called serious people. It is natural. Some people may even feel very pleased..." She paused again, "So... I am very careful now, than those who live around me... who are hypocritical on weekdays, but in fact they are robbed, messing up relationships between men and women, and are extremely boring. After all, it is very troublesome to find a house again."

When she finished speaking, her car had already entered her own garage. After the garage door was slowly closed, Jack leaned out and got out of the car.

"I find what I want and leave without anyone discovering it." Jack said as he closed the car door.

"I didn't plan to send you away," Angel responded weakly while turning off the engine and getting out of the car, "I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore."

The two soon walked through the door between the garage and the house and entered Angel's home.

This is a typical community house with two floors, the first floor is the kitchen, living room and toilet, and the second floor is the living room.

The moment she touched the light switch, Angel was stunned.

She opened her mouth instinctively and wanted to shout, but Jack pulled her in front of her and covered her mouth.

"Don't make a sound." Jack lowered his voice and said these three words in Angel's ear. At the same time, his sharp eyes were already scanning the messy room in front of him. His hearing also extended and began to explore the space around him that had not yet entered his sight.

The two stood silently in a quiet state for a minute. After a minute, Jack let go of his hand: "No one is there, the intruder should have left."

Angel, who had been rushing out of his arms, ran upstairs without saying a word, and ran straight towards his room with panic.

Jack was not in a hurry to follow. He checked again on the first floor, confirmed the intruder's route and method, and then went up to the second floor.

Angel's bedroom was decorated very warmly, with the innocence and elegance that was inconsistent with her age. Even though the room had been turned upside down at this moment, the owner's intentions could still be seen.

"Hiss...uhhhh..."

When Jack entered the room, Angel was kneeling on the floor and sobbing, and there was a medium-sized storage box in front of her.

Judging from the situation on the scene, the box was originally hidden under the floor under the wardrobe, but the floor had been pried open and nothing in the box flew away; the rest were only a few broken photo frames and... a rose wrapped in plastic paper.

"The phone is gone?" Jack's first reaction was this.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Angel turned around furiously and pounced on Jack: "What the hell phone! My money! My savings! All are gone! No more!"

She grabbed Jack's clothes and roared hysterically. The tears that burst out from her eyes had poured out the heavy makeup on her face, and the beautiful face was also twisted by extreme sadness.

After this brief outbreak, she slowly collapsed weakly.

Her body kept trembling.

She covered her face with her hands and cried, and her crying voice mixed with ambiguous words: "It's just a little bit... as long as I save for a few more months... Woo... I can... cough... I can pay off the money... I won't have to... again..."

Jack, don't want to hear her story.

But at this moment, he had heard, saw, and felt it.

Don't invest in any personal feelings, don't do any self-persuasion, don't ask more questions, don't say more - this is the concept that Jack has always upheld in the past.

But today, he asked...

"Who do you owe?" Jack's voice was still so cold and inhumane.

"What does this have to do with you!" Angel shouted, "I don't have what you want anymore! Why are you still here? This is my business! Go! Go as far as you want!"

She yelled, pushed and pounded Jack.

She didn't need Jack's help because she didn't believe the other person would help her.

There was also a man who once claimed to help Angel, but after gaining her trust, he took away all her savings at that time and disappeared from then on.

People will grow up, only when they are hurt will remember, and only when they are remembered will change. Therefore, after that, Angel no longer trusts any men.

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Jack left, at least on the surface.

He didn't really go far because he didn't want to see Angel slit his wrist and hang it on his back after he left.

He hid in the dark and listened to the sound of the woman packing things silently at home.
To be continued...