Chapter 4: Can You Afford to Pay a Million?

Several months ago.

In W City, amidst the glamorous 'Night Charm' entertainment venue.

Mo Ran, wearing dark jeans and a beige trench coat, walked through the noisy and dimly lit corridor. A fashionably dressed woman saw her and gave her a casual greeting.

"Here to pick up your sister again?"

"Yes, is my sister about to get off work?" She was concerned about her sister working here alone and came to accompany her home every evening.

"She's in the Supreme VIP Room right now. You can wait for her there; she should be getting off work soon." The venue operated on three shifts: morning, afternoon, and night.

The night shift ran from five in the afternoon until midnight, a total of seven hours.

"Thank you." Mo Ran smiled at her and headed for the Supreme VIP Room. She was familiar with this place, where many waiters and hostesses knew her.

Their family's finances were tight, and her sister had chosen to work here to suffer less and earn more money. She had vehemently objected when she found out.

Only after her sister had brought her here a few times did she agree to let her work here. The security measures were good, and the hostesses were only required to serve drinks and nothing more.

However, she still came every night to accompany her sister home, for allowing her to work here didn't mean she was entirely reassured.

As Mo Ran arrived outside the Supreme VIP Room, she peeked through the slightly ajar door and saw the scene inside.

There were four or five men sitting in the private room, along with some hostesses. Her sister Mo Yan, wearing a custom uniform, stood alone, continuously apologizing profusely to someone.

"Hey, listen, miss. You stained Young Master Guan's clothes, and you think just saying sorry is enough?" someone spoke up.

"I'm really sorry, it wasn't intentional. Young Master Guan, how much is your outfit worth? I'll compensate you for it."

"Compensate? You think you're worthy of Young Master Guan's clothes?"

"Just name your price, I'll make sure to compensate you," Mo Yan said through clenched teeth, knowing full well that Gu Yixuan's suit alone was worth at least a hundred thousand.

The man seated in front of her had been silent all along. He glanced at Mo Yan, observed her humble and pleading demeanor, and a cold smile formed at the corners of his mouth.

Lifting his suit jacket with a finger, he spoke in a detached tone, "One million, you're going to compensate that as well?"

Mo Yan was stunned.

One million?! That was far too much.

She couldn't possibly come up with that kind of money...

Catching every bit of her expression, the man looked down and smirked coldly, then suddenly asked out of the blue, "What are you best at?"