radicalducati Chapter 95 Slap in the Face
Chapter 95 Slap in the Face
Chapter 95 Slap in the Face
In the afternoon, Broly and the others didn't go out for a stroll. Instead, they ordered some desserts and fruits and played a game of drawing jokers with playing cards in a private room at Osmanthus Pavilion.
Leone felt a little awkward. She thought her job was just to be a tour guide, but now it seemed like she was going to have to do the job of accompanying people to play games with her.
Of course, being a playmate for a group of children isn't bad either. Even if there's no pay for this part, the lunch alone is worth it.
"Yay, I've emptied my tubes!"
Kurohime drew the two of spades and immediately ended her game.
Only Broly, Akame, and Leone remained in the arena to draw the Joker.
These two are so good at spotting which card in their hand is the joker!
Broly and Akame each had three cards in their hands. Whenever the person drawing a card moved their hand to the Joker, they would both show a relaxed expression. However, whenever they moved their hand to any other card, they would both hold their breath.
In this current duel, Leone has no doubt that if he runs out of cards and leaves early, these two will be able to play the game of drawing jokers forever.
"It's my turn to draw a card."
As Leone spoke, with a relaxed expression on the girl's face, she easily drew the Joker card from Akame's hand.
Leone deliberately put on an unpleasant expression and placed the unwashed hand of cards in front of Broly.
Broly wasn't blind. He decisively drew another card, clearing his hand of one more. He then handed the remaining two cards to Akame, who, based on the change in his expression, quickly cleared her hand of one as well.
"Yay!"
After several rounds of cards were drawn, Akame left the field first, leaving only Broly and Leone still dueling.
Due to Leone's deliberate manipulation, no matter how the boy shuffled the cards behind her, she always drew the final joker.
"I lost!"
Ultimately, the game ended with Broly's happy expression and Leone's helpless look, as she lost.
As a companion, one should always be dedicated and ensure the client has a good time; this is a reflection of Leone's professionalism.
The game continued until evening, when Broly and the others ordered another table of food and had a hearty meal before it finally ended.
"Miss Hill, we're getting ready to go home with you. What time do you get off work?"
"Ah, there are still three hours until I get off work."
"It's okay. Since the customer wants to go home with you to get clothes, it's fine for you to leave a little early."
Today, the revenue from Broly and his group booking the private room for half a day was more than thirty times the normal revenue of that room on weekdays.
Therefore, the owner of Guihuafang generously allowed his absent-minded employees to leave early. Even the bun-haired girl, who claimed she was afraid Hill would mess things up and wanted to leave early, had her early departure request granted.
. . . .
The group followed Hill home.
In the courtyard, Hill's mother looked surprised to see her daughter return so early.
"Hill, you skipped work?"
"No, the store manager gave me permission to leave early."
"And who are these children?"
"They are customers in the store."
"Why did you bring a guest home?"
The woman was puzzled and pulled her daughter aside to ask.
"Mom, the dress you're keeping belongs to the little guest who was right in front of you."
Hill explained to his mother.
"Are they here to get their clothes back?"
The woman frowned, looking at her daughter with some displeasure, as if blaming her for not handling the matter well.
"That dress is very valuable; I don't have enough money to pay for it."
Hill was telling the truth.
"You've been working for over half a year, and your family didn't take all your money, so where did it all go?"
The woman's expression grew even more displeased.
"I'm sorry, I used some of it to buy books."
Hill lowered her head; reading was her hobby, and she had spent some money on books.
Of course, most of the money was spent at home, such as jewelry for my mother and a pipe for my father, which were quite expensive.
"You spend money so extravagantly, don't you know how to save?"
The woman gave her daughter a lecture, and perhaps thinking of the jewelry her daughter had given her before, her expression softened a little.
"How much more money do you need for those clothes?"
"Twenty-seven million nine thousand six hundred dollars."
"How many?"
The woman's tone rose an octave.
"Mom, this is what happened..."
Hill recounted the story about the clothes he had heard at noon in the simplest of words.
"They're lying, they're robbing people, they're extorting money!"
Hill's mother reacted in the same way as the girl with the bun hairstyle.
"Auntie, as long as you return the clothes, everything will be fine."
The one who spoke up was Hua Ling, who had applied for early leave to come along because she was worried that Hill might have problems.
"And who are you?"
"Mom, this is my best friend, and also my colleague at the store."
Hill introduced her friend to her mother.
"Your friend?"
The woman was somewhat skeptical, seemingly not believing that her daughter could really make friends outside.
"Auntie, this is not the time to talk about this. You need to return the guest's clothes."
Hua Ling urged.
"You didn't come up with this scheme for my daughter, just to get my son's clothes back, did you?"
The woman looked at the girl with the bun hairstyle with some suspicion.
"How is that possible?!"
Hua Ling's eyes widened.
"How is that impossible? My daughter would never think of such a thing."
The woman seemed to genuinely believe this, but not wanting to argue with outsiders, she turned to her daughter and began to lecture her.
"Hill, Mom has told you many times to be considerate of your brother. He really likes that outfit. If you take it away, he'll cry, throw a tantrum, and be very upset. Is that what you want to see?"
Hill: "..."
Being wrongly accused is something we're used to, but when it happens again...
For some reason, she really wanted to hide in her room and read a book.
"Hey, you over there, it was my idea to have your daughter come back and ask for her clothes back."
Broly suddenly interrupted.
Do you think I'd believe that?
The woman looked over, raised an eyebrow, and said.
Are you questioning me?
"So what if I question you?"
Since Broly and the others were just a group of children, the oldest of whom looked to be about the same age as her daughter, the woman didn't think much of it.
*Smack!*
But the next instant, the woman received a slap across the face.
He fell to the ground, somewhat dazed, with some blood spilling from his mouth.
"You hit me?"
Feeling the burning pain on her face, the woman looked at the boy who had suddenly appeared in front of her in disbelief and glared at him angrily.
"This slap is just to tell you not to doubt my words. If you still don't believe me, I'll slap your other cheek."
Of course, I'll hold back and won't smash your head in, but I won't stop slapping you until you believe me and your daughter.
(End of this chapter)