Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel

Emma first did as Chiron instructed and went to Elder Ellen's mansion before going to the Lost Treasure.

There were other pubs in the clan, and many of them were quite good with very good service, but anybody that was anybody within the clan knew that the Lost treasure was a place for the Elite.

Word on the streets had it that many spent money that could be sufficient for a man's feeding and household maintenance for ten years in one week. Some super-rich people even went a step further by bringing that to a day.

Money was the gateway to luxury, and the Lost Treasure was the Palace of Luxury.

Chiron had used Elder Ellen's influence to have Emma work at the lost treasure. His reason for doing this was not revealed to her. All he had told her was that she would understand once she got there.

If it was any other pub, Emma would not really mind, but this one was different. This one reminded her of her late father.

This was where he spent the last of his money, emptying barrels of wine like he was a bottomless pit.

Just as Chiron had instructed, she had ensured that she worked at Aisle six.

Aisle six was a set of private booths that were reserved for very important guests.

This was not just in name. even the food and drinks served here were a step higher in price.

It was common knowledge that rich men enjoyed expensive things. Not that it was any useful to them, but that it was a way for them to show their superiority and difference from the masses.

Aisle six was made for such an opportunity.

This also meant that even the workers here had to be of top quality.

After months of eating well and sleeping well under Chiron's roof, Emma no longer looked like skin and bones. She was all plump in the right places. The glow of her skin was brighter and better. Her brown hair was long and bright with life. Her curves were rounder and having Chiron as her master made her chin higher in pride.

After all, she was serving a Godchild. Was there any better glory than that?

Emma knew that Chiron did not send her here to enjoy serving others. But that did not mean that he explained what she was to do.

She acted as a waiter, and just to make the atmosphere a bit exotic, the waiters were required to wear red attractive face masks that covered only half their faces. For most of them, it covered their nose and eyes. This was the same thing for Emma.

For most of the night, nothing happened. At least not until they came.

At first, it was Elder's Van and Gran. They both took a booth and enjoyed some wine.

And then came Leongu and Fanam who was his favourite apprentice.

One look at Leongu, and she immediately felt her blood boil.

If looks could kill, then she would have stabbed him a million times already.

After all, this was the man that did it all. This was the man that planned the demise of her family.

Just before he died, Ganja had told her.

This man was her most hated enemy, and for a split second, she could already see herself running up to him and stabbing him right in the chest. And maybe carving it open to take out his heart just like Chiron had done to her father.

Thinking this far, she suddenly paused.

She remembered Chiron's active warning not to act. It was not easy for her to calm down, but she had to. She feared and respected her nine-year-old master far more than she hated Leongu.

She did not know why, but she felt that the gratification of whatsoever she was going to do now, was going to lead to her suffering a terrible Fate from Chiron.

Both men went to the same booth that the Elders had.

As they passed her, her eyes subconsciously followed them, and Leongu accidentally caught her eyes. Both of them lingered for a second before breaking away from each other.

Leongu licked his lips.

"Master! do you like her?" Fanam asked with a fawning smile, "should I have someone send her over?"

"Hmmm! don't worry about it. Can't you see the way she was looking at me? That waiter is practically love-stricken. When we finalize our deal with the elders, we can have some fun later."

In his mind, Emma was looking at him with love in her eyes. After all, how couldn't she? He was a wealthy man and it was not the first time that the waiters here presented themselves for service. Stealing away customers from the harlots because the client was a wealthy or influential individual.

Emma watched as both men entered the private booth and closed the door behind them.

However, that was not all.

Suddenly, she saw another familiar face.

This time around, it was Elder Fatso, he had two young ladies that were fawning over him in his hands, one on each side.

While passing her, he stopped for a bit and took a look at her, but then he suddenly shook his head, before heading to a different private booth.

At first, her already calm anger was excited again the moment she saw Elder Fatso, but at that moment he stopped and took a long look at her, her feelings could only be described in one word.

Fear!

She was not a cultivator, but she had felt the heat of his stare on her, and it made her body subconsciously shiver.

Elder Fatso was a cultivator of the copper rank. His presence was a lot to handle.

The moment he was gone, she felt the need to pee, and could not help but hug her shoulders tightly.

It was at this moment that she understood what Chiron had meant when he said that she should not act.

She raised her head and her eyes were fixed on the doors of the two booths that had the most hated individuals in her life. She gritted her teeth so hard that she did not notice that she had also bitten into her lower lip.

Once again, Chiron's words for her not to act rang in her ears.

With her hatred in her heart, the night passed uncomfortably....