Through the peephole, Layla saw a woman with a smile in a business suit, and seemed very competent and experienced. 

Layla guessed that this woman had something to do with the disgusting man. If the woman finds her here, she might consider her as a mistress and kick her ass.

Layla didn’t want to bring trouble to herself. She just wanted to slip away after a while. So she pretended she didn’t hear it.

“Please open the door, Miss. I know you are inside.” The woman said with a pleasant voice.

“Fuck!” Layla swore silently in her mind, and she didn’t dare to make any sound.

“Please open the door, Miss. I’m Luna, secretary of Mr. Moore. He told me to bring you clothes.” 

The woman explained outside the door. But Layla didn’t open the door anyway, because she’s his secretary, and they must have some kind of relationship. 

So Layla kept silent, pretending she’s invisible. 

“Miss, if you insist not to open the door, I’ll put the clothes at the front of the door. I’m leaving. Come and take it.” 

After her speaking, there was no sound outside.

As there was no other sound for a long time, Layla crept closer to the door and peeped through the peephole to confirm that no one was there. 

Thinking that although she didn’t want to take his money and things, her clothes had been torn by him, and it’s reasonable for her to have his compensation. 

Anyway, there were no clothes to wear now. She opened the door, took the carton in, and quickly closed the door.

Opening the exquisite carton, she found a whole suit. 

The bra and underwear were well fitted, the light yellow sling dress was tied with a jeweled belt, which was elegant and noble.

“There is no tag...Huh, It must be the second-hand from other woman.” Layla talked to herself. 

She didn’t know the price of this suit, which was a famous brand she couldn’t afford to buy even with several years’ salary.

After collecting her shred clothes, she left Trevor’s apartment in a hurry.

Layla first returned to her rented room, and fortunately, there were two sets of work shirts for changing, otherwise she really didn’t know what to do.

After changing her clothes, she immediately rushed to the Dreaming Restaurant, where she worked in. 

“Where have you been, Layla?” Angel Sanders dashed to her as Layla appeared at the door of the restaurant. 

Angel was Layla’s best friend since kindergarten, and they together worked in the Dreaming Restaurant to earn a living.

“Hey hey hey, you hurt me.” Layla pulled the red silk neckerchief, for fear Angel would see the marks of unbearable memories on her neck.

“You! Is everything okay last night? I was worried about you!”

“What the hell  did you do yesterday?”

“You went to deliver a takeout, but you didn’t make it, right? That ‘Mr. Bruce’ made a complaint.”

“The manager was very mad at this and is about to deduct your wage or fire you. Be careful.”

As Angel kept talking, Layla had no chance to open her mouth. 

After all, everything’s in a mess. 

“When I went out yesterday, it was a downpour, and my motor broke down. I was totally out of luck.” 

She had weaved the excuse before, and she immediately changed their topic for fear of her constant questions, “Angel, does the manager really get angry? I am gonna be fired?”

Angel was about to describe how mad the manager had been, but before her words flow out, the manager came to the front of them with a long face.

“Talk sweat!” Angel whispered, and crept away behind the manager to help do the cleaning.

“Manager, I am so sorry. I know it’s my fault. Please give me another chance! I swear, I’ll work hard without any complaint. Please don’t fire me.” Layla looked at the manager piteously, for she couldn’t lose this job.