Chapter 6 Going All-Out in a Fight

There were about half a dozen people in the private room. Several gangsters surrounded the burly Camden like he was the star of the show.

"Mr. Bradley, good to see you." Celeste held back her disgust and put on a professional smile.

She walked straight toward Camden and handed him the wine list.

The club's uniform was a white shirt paired with a black-striped jacket and skirt. It looked good on Celeste.

Her waist was exceptionally slim, and she had curves in all the right places.

"A woman in uniform sure is hot!" One of the gangsters whistled.

Someone else immediately groveled, "Mr. Bradley sure knows how to have fun."

Camden's chubby hand landed on Celeste's. He pressed their hands together as he flipped through the menu.

Although Celeste felt like she was going to throw up, she forced herself to stay still.

She didn't want to cause Megan any trouble.

She repeatedly told herself to endure it and hold it in.

"Aw, don't stand there like a stranger. Come, sit down and tell me about each of these." Camden tried to pull Celeste onto his lap.

His greasy smell, mixed with the scent of perfume, assaulted Celeste's senses.

"There's no need for that, Mr. Bradley. Would you like red or white wine tonight?" she asked.

Celeste smiled timidly. She pulled her hand out of his hold and instinctively moved backward.

"Why are you hiding? To be honest, I'm here for you tonight." Camden grabbed hold of Celeste's hand again and played with it in his chubby ones.

"Spend the night with me, and I'll buy all the wines on the first two pages of this list. What do you think of that?" he offered.

Men truly thought money could buy everything. Celeste couldn't help but recall Damon's seven-figure check.

Despite the poor timing, her face flushed as yesterday's passion suddenly came to mind.

"Oh, look! Her face has gone red!" Camden thought he had convinced Celeste and was thrilled.

"The price of the wine on the first two pages should amount to a few tens of thousands. If you serve me well, I'll come and buy alcohol from you monthly."

As he spoke, he began undoing the buttons of Celeste's shirt.

"Mr. Bradley, I'm only here to sell alcohol," insisted Celeste.

She kept reminding herself not to cause Megan any trouble.

Even as she tried to avoid Camden, she politely explained things to him.

"Oh, don't play the shy maiden with me. You slept with Damon Bishop, so why can't you sleep with me?" he said as he ripped her shirt hard.

This caused a button to pop from her shirt where her chest was.

Only Hannah and Shannon knew about her sleeping with Damon!

Celeste's gaze turned icy, and she exerted some strength to shake Camden's hand off.

"Are you here to take revenge on me for Shannon?" she questioned.

He admitted quickly, "What if I am? Don't make things harder for yourself!"

With one look, he signaled for the gangsters to surround Celeste.

When Damon opened the door and walked in, he was met with the sight of Celeste's swollen face.

She had blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

With all her might, she slammed an ashtray on a gangster's head.

Anyone except Celeste could see that she was currently at a disadvantage.

When she fought, she didn't try to defend herself. All she cared about was attacking.

She didn't even try to dodge when others slapped her or tugged at her hair.

She only focused on getting her hands on someone and hitting him as best as she could.

She truly gave it her all.

With a chilly expression, Damon coughed. At that, everyone in the room stopped fighting.

"Mr. Bishop." Upon seeing Damon, they all stood up straight and greeted him.

"What brings you here?" Camden stood up, smiling. He looked at Damon fawningly.

"I got lost."

Damon was telling the truth. He had plans to meet his friends for dinner.

But when he passed by this private room, he heard the sounds of fighting.

Damon would have usually ignored it. But for some reason, he had pushed the door open tonight.

Meanwhile, Celeste could barely open her swollen eyes.

When she saw Damon, her first reaction was to stop him from seeing her in such a pathetic state.

She quickly ducked her head.

"Follow me to Room 816 and take my order." Damon didn't seem to notice Celeste's unpleasant state.

He went out of the room after he said his piece.

With Damon helping her, Camden no longer wanted to risk making trouble for Celeste.

Thus, he had no choice but to let her go.

"Thank you." She thanked Damon as she followed behind him, her face still lowered.

She failed to notice when Damon stopped walking and bumped into him.

"How incredibly embarrassing!" Celeste thought as she brought a hand to her forehead.

Unexpectedly, Damon turned and caught her wrist.

"What are you doing?" Damon's actions shocked Celeste. And for a moment, she didn't react.

While she was still, Damon dragged her into the closest private room.