Marcia nudged the edge of my clothes and handed me her phone, saying, "Do you see the guy in the white shirt on our left front? I like him."

I looked in that direction but couldn't even make out half of his face.

I twitched my lips and asked, "Are you sure?"

Marcia pushed me, telling me to go immediately.

Amid the deafening noise in the club, I made my way through the crowd, came to the man in the white shirt, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Cute guy, how about we add contacts on WhatsApp?"

I raised my voice and shouted closer to him.

Unexpectedly, he turned around and called out my name in surprise, "Natalie Lee?"

As Raymond and I looked at each other in amazement, I hurriedly turned off the phone screen.

Raymond was drunk. He unconsciously put his arm around my neck and asked, "Are you here to drink with me?

"Your drink is on me today."

Before Raymond could hand me the glass of liquor, a muscular hand stopped him in front of me.

"Raymond, let go of her."

I looked in the direction of the hand, only to see Yve's frighteningly cold face in the flickering light.

I felt as if I was deaf and could only see Yve's mouth moving silently.

Raymond was taken home.

I felt I was going to be unemployed soon.

I stood at the door of the club in the cold wind and muttered, "My money will be gone."

Marcia put her coat on me. She didn't understand what was going on and asked, "Why did something go wrong just because you asked to add him on WhatsApp for me?"

I watched the Bentley disappear from my sight, pointed ahead, and snapped, "The boy I was tutoring sneaked to this club and put his arm around my shoulders, which his elder brother happened to see."

I supposed Yve had probably even thought about the melodramatic plot of a soap opera to figure out why a tutor would get involved with her student.

"You lost your love, and I lost my money," said I to Marcia.

After tossing and turning all night, I finally received a message from Yve at seven in the morning.

"Are you free? Let's meet at the coffee shop down my company at 1 pm."

How nice Yve was. He would even inform me of my dismissal in a private room of a coffee shop.

I took my resignation letter, put on the most expensive clothes I had in my closet, and walked with my head held high into the coffee shop where I was about to declare my resignation.