Escort

Once they entered the VIP room which was quite spacious, Velina looked up at the view of Jet City from an extremely large window.

She was amazed by the view from the VIP room which was very beautiful.

The restaurant was in Japanese style, with minimalist architecture, and with a natural theme.

The servants wore yukata and wooden sandals, their appearances were pleasing to the eyes. When they stood side by side, they looked like a row of models ready to be photographed.

The waiters set their tables while they were busy selecting the items from the menu.

If they made advance pre-orders before they came, they could see the grand chef Hideto Sato performed the art of fish slicings, such as tuna, salmon, or other types of seafood to make raw fillets or sushi.

Since they only came here to have a normal lunch, they did not need to see such an attraction, because they were already hungry.

When one did the shopping happily, one can easily forget the grumbled of the stomach complaining to be filled!

"You guys pick what you want to eat first, I have to go to the restroom." Franco immediately stood up and brought his cell phone with him.

Meanwhile, in the women's toilet.

Meryl looked at herself irritably in the mirror.

Her chest felt puffed, she was hardly breathing, and she felt eager to go home so that she could vent her anger out.

She then refreshed her face with running water, hoped that it would relieve her irritation.

Meryl was just about to get out of the women's restroom when she could vaguely saw Franco's shadow that walked towards her direction.

At that point, she immediately hid behind the wall, she waited for Franco to came closer to her.

As soon as Franco was about to enter the men's restroom that was just beside the women's restroom, Meryl immediately blocked his way.

"Good afternoon, my dear Mr. Franco Marcello! Why is it so hard to contact you even though your cellphone is always in your hand!" She glanced at the cell phone Franco was holding in his hand, in a sarcastic tone.

Franco was somewhat surprised to see that someone had the audacious to get in his way.

After he noticed the person who was braved enough to block his way, he narrowed his eyes, the corners of his lips grinned to see her.

"What's your business with me?" He asked. Both of his hands tucked into his trouser pockets.

"It is so obvious that you disappeared for more than a month, and you dare to ask what business I have with you?!" Meryl crossed her arms over her chest.

"So what?" Franco asked coldly.

Meryl became even more irritated by Franco's indifference towards her. In fact, in the past, he was very sweet to her.

"Because you have fresh meat!" Meryl continued to speak sarcastically as she glanced at Franco.

"It is enough! You'd better remember this!" Franco took his right hand out of his pocket, pointed at Meryl with his index finger.

He looked very upset.

"Stop your obscure possessiveness! I am not yours, and you are not mine!" He said, tried to hold back his annoyance towards her.

"Don't spread fake news that you are my lover! We never dated! You understand?!!" Franco added.

Meryl eyes immediately grew bigger as she heard what he just said to her.

All this time, Franco always asked her to go out with him and gave her a mountain of gifts.

This man even gave her a lot of modeling jobs and she was often endorsed by Franco's subsidiary companies.

"But ..." She hesitated to continue her words.

"We used to date and had fun together..." She said softly.

"We? Dating? Hah!" Franco looked at her sarcastically.

"You are just an escort! Understand? I pay you for your time to accompany me!"

"Franco!"

"Don't think I don't know that you often sleep with the owners of other companies so they can give you some jobs!" Franco answered quickly.

Meryl gasped.

She completely did not expect that Franco knew about this thing behind his back.

However, when she was 'still' with Franco, she was loyal to him. She only behaved like that when Franco started to ignore her.

"I… I…" Meryl stuttered.

She had absolutely no idea from where Franco knew all these things. She had tried her best to be as secretive as possible, but it turned out that her efforts were all in vain.

Meryl remembered the first time she met Franco Marcello.

One year ago, Meryl was twenty-three years old when she participated in the grand selection to be the ambassador of Nirmala perfume, which was one of the products made by Val Capital's subsidiary company.

At that time, Franco, who was part of the honorable jury, stole a glance at her.

Since that time, she felt that Franco liked her because from then on, Franco had contacted her frequently and gave her many modeling jobs.

In fact, before that, she was only a C-class model. Because of Franco's help, she gradually skyrocketed, became an A-class model in no time.

Soon, if all was well, she could become an international supermodel.

Unfortunately, all of her dreams were shattered as soon as Franco started to avoid her and she began to lose some jobs.

If she could not maintain a good relationship with other entrepreneurs, she certainly would not be able to survive in the modeling industry which was filled with hard competitions.

For a model like her, age, and face that looked young was very important.

Now that she was already twenty-four years old, it was not so easy for her to compete with her juniors.

Many young and beautiful models could quickly replace her place if she did not have the support of the 'sponsors' behind her.

"Fra... Franco..." Meryl swallowed hard when she saw Franco's unfriendly behavior towards her.

"Mr… Mr. Marcello... what you heard about me was not true..." She immediately changed her way of speaking.

Franco waved his hand, pretended not to hear Meryl's words at all.

He immediately entered the men's restroom and slammed the door loudly.

It was done.

Meryl took a deep breath. She did not know what to do now.

At that moment, she felt that everyone was looking at her cynically. With her head hung low, she mentally prepared herself to return to the VIP room where the old bastard was waiting for her.