The two of them looked towards the source of the sound and saw Hannah lazily leaning against the bar.

A pair of surgically enhanced eyes looked at them with a playful gaze.

Ever since Anna had reminded her that she was using herself as a template for plastic surgery, Ashley felt like she was looking in a mirror whenever she saw Hannah.

At this moment, they two made eye contact, and Ashley’s hair stood on end.

Being stared at by someone who looked so much like her was too strange.

But since the other party had already greeted her, she couldn’t pretend not to see it.

She exchanged a glance with Anna and walked over. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Didn’t expect?” Hannah blew out a smoke ring. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Anna rolled her eyes. “Come on, bitch. What do you want? A fight?”

“A fight?” Hannah looked at her disdainfully. “I’m afraid of getting my hands dirty.”

“You!”

“Actually, we should take care of each other.” Hannah reached out a hand towards Ashley, with an arrogant air. “Ash-Ashley.”

Ashley frowned and shook her hand. “Alright, Sui—”

“Manager,” Hannah reminded.

Ashley’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t hide her surprise.

“Manager?”

Hannah withdrew her hand, gave her a cold smile, and turned to enter the lounge next to the bar.

Ashley looked at the “Manager“ sign on the door, her heart pounding. “No way...”

“Oh no!” Anna looked at Ashley in despair. “Is she going to boss us around from now on?!”

The boss might not be here every day, but the Manager would!

Ashley also felt it was ridiculous, but she was calmer than Anna.

She quickly pulled her towards the changing room. “Hey girl, just calm down.”

This job was her main source of income. If something went wrong, she’d be in big trouble.

The two entered the changing room, worried.

The rumored raise was nowhere in sight, but the shackles were right in front of them.

At one o’clock, the Manager sent a message for everyone to gather at the dance floor.

Ashley and Anna changed into their regular uniforms and headed there.

When they arrived, many people were already gathered there. Around a hundred people stood like they were waiting for a military drill, not daring to make a sound.

Ashley and Anna stood at the back of the crowd, exchanging glances.

Was this what it’s like to be educated in prison?

Even a conversation was so... solemn and respectful.

“Thank you all for your hard work,” a deep, magnetic male voice said. “I am gonna meet some people in person.”

Names were called one by one. Those called went to him, had a brief conversation, and then left.

As The Jamese got shorter, Ashley couldn’t help but get nervous.

“Ashley, Anna.”

Ashley stepped forward and saw a tall, well-built man sitting there.

He wore brown casual trousers and a sapphire blue poplin shirt, loose but stylish. His sleeves were casually rolled up, revealing strong forearms.

His elbows rested on his knees, hands clasped under his chin, which made him look both relaxed and cautious.

Ashley looked at him carefully.

The man’s hair was fashionably slicked back, very handsome, with slight crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes.

There was a scar on his right eyebrow, splitting the handsome brow in two.

It was as if someone who should have been a gentle scholar had turned into a fierce god of wrath, shrouded in a near-violent anger.

Ashley felt a tightening in her chest.

She was observing him, and he was observing her.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but it seemed like his expression changed slightly when he saw her, as if he had a special interest.

Just as Ashley was about to speak, the man turned his gaze to Anna.

“Are you Anna?”

“Yes, boss, I’m Anna!” Anna responded cheerfully.

The man smiled. “I’m Mark Nelson.”

“Mark!” Anna showed no fear, as if they were old friends instead of strangers.

“I’ve watched recordings of your performances. Not bad.”

Mark’s gaze fell on Anna’s waist. “With your figure, it’s a pity to be doing pole dance.”

Ashley’s heart sank. Are they really going to switch to strip dancing?

Anna looked innocently at him. “But we only know a few types of dances. If I don’t do pole dance, should I do tango? That would be an even bigger waste.”

Mark was amused by her.

Anna also laughed naturally and openly.

Mark grabbed a red envelope from the table and handed it to her. “Alright, go rest. If there are any changes, I’ll have the Manager notify you.”

“Thank you, Mark!” Mark gave Hannah a look.

Hannah, now dressed in a suit vest, looked less slutty and more professional.

With that highly artificial face, she exuded a certain intense charm.

Receiving the boss’s signal, she gestured to the bartenders.

The bartenders understood and immediately herded the remaining people out of the dance floor.

There weren’t many people left, and soon only Mark and his assistants, along with Ashley, remained.

Ashley’s palms were sweaty, and she carefully scanned the surroundings, looking for the best escape route.

She forced a smile. “Mark, I’m the same as Anna, right?”

“The same?” Mark lit a cigar leisurely without looking at her. “The same what? The same in what way?”

“Anna and I perform the same type of dance at different times. Any changes or upgrades are synchronized. If there’s anything we need to pay attention to, you can have the Manager inform us.”

Mark tossed the lighter aside, leaned back on the sofa with his cigar, and looked at her.

The swirling smoke obscured his eyes, making it hard for Ashley to read his expression.

Mark blew out a smoke ring. “Pour me a drink.”

He pointed to the whiskey on the coffee table.

Ashley stepped forward and bent down.

There was a bottle of whiskey, two glasses, and a bowl of spherical ice cubes, each about the diameter of the glass’s mouth.

Ashley picked up a glass, took some ice, and carefully placed it in the glass.

The ice clinked against the glass.

Ashley’s back tightened. She waited a few seconds, seeing that Mark hadn’t spoken, then picked up the bottle and slowly poured the whiskey along the glass’s wall.

Whiskey is a strong liquor, and just a small amount is enough.

Ashley placed the glass on a coaster, carefully holding it by the rim with one hand and supporting the bottom with the other, and handed it to Mark.

Mark squinted and sneered. “Did I ask for ice?”

Ashley’s hand paused, and she pursed her lips. “Sorry.”

She turned back, put the glass on the table, and picked up the other glass.

She repeated the process, but this time without ice.

When she handed it to Mark, he still looked difficult to please. “Did I say no ice?”

Ashley finally lifted her eyelids and looked at him.