Mengluo's heart tightened, and a trace of wariness crossed her face.
She was an orphan raised by adoptive parents. After they passed away, they left her some money. She used it to start a few small businesses and earned quite a bit, then poured a fortune into the bar business at a friend's urging.
Only after entering the industry did she discover how treacherous it was.
But she had sunk all her assets into it and, with no other options, had even borrowed two million from Hussain. Unable to advance or retreat, she could only grit her teeth and keep going.
And now...
Apart from the debt-ridden bar behind her, she had practically nothing.
If she really had to name something she still possessed...
It was herself.
No wonder she had taken stock of herself and grown wary when Shen Zhiyi said she still had a way out.
She had no intention of selling herself.
If she had wanted to do that, her life would never have been this difficult. With her looks, countless men would have paid a fortune to spend a night with her.
But she would never be that kind of cheap woman.
She kept herself clean. Although she seemed to mingle in the bar's motley crowd, she had always remained clearheaded and cautious. She never went out with any big shots and had made it this far by watching her words and treading carefully.
Of course, since she owed Hussain two million, she dared not refuse when he invited her to dinner. But that was her limit. If Hussain crossed the line, she would fight him with everything she had.
"I'll give you two options."
Shen Zhiyi was remarkably perceptive. One glance told her Mengluo had grown wary. She smiled faintly and continued:
"First, we waive