One Night For Five Million.

Barry sympathized with her, but he was unable to accept her. Not just any man, but Gerald Laverock is the man he was referring to earlier. 

 Ali looked like a novice, and judging by the innocent expression on her face, he assumed that she was unaware of the risks. Inexperienced women are not Gerald's thing. Worst of all, the man was rough with his women, and if he were to handle this one, he doubted her walking steps would remain as elegant. 

 "Are you a virgin?" he suddenly asked.

 Ali turned red at the question, but she gave a nod.

 Barry shook his head, ready to send her away, when his phone rang, and he realized it was his assistant.

 "Sir, Gerald's face does not look good; he is the only one without service, and I am afraid he will not accept any other woman," the assistant said nervously.

 Barry cursed and looked at Ali again before saying, "Tell Madam Joan I am bringing a new girl."

 After hanging up, he asked Ali to follow him. He led her to the top floor, where the big shots were located. Ali was astounded by the club's opulence and sophistication when she first stepped inside.

 Meanwhile, at the Laverock mansion, Harriet Laverock, the old lady of the house, played with her teacup while keeping her gaze fixed on the door. Her family could tell she was waiting for someone or something by the impatient look on her face.

 A short while later, the head guard of the family entered and gave her a salute. "Did you find her?" the elderly woman asked, glancing at the man. 

 A smile appeared on the woman's face as the man nodded. She pushed her family away, saying, "Quick all of you out, now. Tell me about her."

 Last week, Harriet had a minor mishap at the market when she went for a walk and nobody was around to help her. Suddenly, a girl showed up out of nowhere and saved her. Before assistance arrived, the girl carried the woman on her back while no one else was in the area. 

 When Harriet awoke later, she searched for the girl but no one appeared to be aware of her existence. The girl was her savior and she couldn't forget what she did. To find her, she dispatched her chief guard to look everywhere.

 "She goes by the name, Alice Wayne. Her mother passed away three years ago, and her father, Lucas Wayne, took a second wife. She is going around asking for help to pay for surgery because her brother has been diagnosed with a brain tumor and is in the hospital," the guard revealed about Ali.

 "Why does she have to foot the bill? What happened to her father?" With a taut frown on her brows, Harriet questioned.

 "He does not care for his first wife's children after he married his second wife, and Ali moved out of his house today because he is pressuring her to wed a man who is the same age as him," 

 BAMM

 "How could he put my savior through that?" Harriet growled, glaring at the security guard.. 

 He was not Lucas, the guard tensed, complaining inaudibly. After calming her nerves, Harriet issued the directive, saying, "Let Cecilia pay the medical bills right away. We will visit her tomorrow."

 The guard turned and walked away, but Harriet's rage over Lucas's actions persisted.

 Had Ali known that the unidentified woman she rescued would provide assistance, she would not have decided to come and sell her body for cash. It has been said that a patient dog eats the biggest bone and that patience is a virtue. 

This is something Ali will later come to realize in the morning. At the moment, though, she is gazing at the woman she never realized she could be in the mirror and appreciating herself. Madam Joan applied her makeup with great care, and as she finished, the older woman could not stop raving about the transformation of Ali's face.

 Even when Barry arrived to pick her up, he was fixated on her. Her face was breathtaking, and she looked hot and gorgeous in the dress Madam Joan picked out for her. 

 If it had not been Gerald that he was dealing with, he would have kept her to himself. He could already picture Gerald's reaction when he sees her.

 "Keep in mind to act natural and try to entice him just a little bit. Do not go overboard. If you make a mistake, that brute might not spare you because you are not Lilly. I will send you the five million dollars tomorrow morning if you can win him over tonight. If he kicks you out, then..." He left some words unsaid.

 Taking Barry's advice to heart, Ali braced herself for what was ahead. "Anything for Joe," she chanted in her head.

 Barry led her through the door and into the private space where the celebration was taking place. It smelled strongly of alcohol, and Ali resisted the urge to poke. 

 She observed men sitting with their overnight companions and women dancing on the stage, dressed almost entirely in black. But contrary to her thoughts, only a few were fooling around in the room, the rest just sat down drinking and conversing.

 All eyes were on her as soon as she entered, and she heard some boys in the room whistling. Barry led her to a man, and she fixed her gaze on him. 

 He sat in his seat, his gaze fixed on Ali's body, making her conscious and scared.

 His aura was no joke. He exerted invisible pressure on people just by sitting there. Had Ali not been adamant about doing this, she would have fled.

 Gerald felt a sudden reaction in his body as he observed the woman in front of him. "What are you doing standing there? Are you planning to dance or something?" he asked with a frown.

 Barry motioned for Ali to take a seat next to him. After she did, Gerald took her hand and smelled her hair. His frown deepened as he fixed his gaze on her face.

 He pointed out, glaring at the two with deadly eyes, "She is not Lilly and she looks inexperienced."