YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

"A hundred thousand? Look at your cheap clothes. How could you afford to spend so much money?" one of the rich women questioned.

Feeling her dignity trampled upon, Violla almost blew her cover, but she quickly recovered and maintained her act.

"I've been saving up for this for a long time. Just to have a passionate night with this escort god, I took out my entire annual salary!" she smiled.

"Your annual salary is only one hundred thousand?" the women laughed mockingly. "You can barely scrape by in life, yet you came here and hired an escort. Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Why should I be? He's mine for tonight anyway." Violla caressed Davon's chiseled pecs, purposely provoking them. "Look at this perfect body. One hundred thousand? Hah! I'd even spend one million if I had to!" she said.

The three women scanned Davon's body from head to toe, practically salivating at the thought of what lay beneath his clothes. Davon stared at Violla with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Violla didn't dare to meet his gaze. In fact, she was flustered on the inside, but for the sake of money, she went all out. "Fine. One million it is." One of the women filled out a check and threw it at Violla. "You can get lost now!"

"It's ten times the amount you spent." Another woman sneered. "For someone who lives at the bottom of society, I doubt you can make a million even if you were given a lifetime. Well, it looks like you hit the jackpot today, so get lost."

"That's right. Take the money on the table too. Then hurry up and get lost!" The three women urged her, desperately wanting Violla to leave immediately so they could continue their night. Violla examined the check and kept it once she confirmed its validity. Then, she opened her bag and quickly stuffed the banknotes on the table into it. "I'll go now, I'll go now. Have fun!"

With that, she got up and was about to leave. However, the hem of her shirt was grabbed from behind, holding her in place. She looked back and saw the escort was holding onto her shirt and glaring at her. "You're dead if you leave!" he snarled.

"Be a good boy and work hard!" she urged him while prying his fingers off her shirt. Hugging her bag, which was full of money, to her chest, she scurried away without looking back even once. Davon watched her flee, his eyes gradually darkening, and his hand tightened around the wine glass.

After escaping from the private room, Violla leaned her back against the door as a hint of guilt rose in her heart. "Those three rich women probably weigh about seven hundred pounds in total. Can escort In Debt handle it? I should have bought a few more bottles of those supplements for him!" She said to herself.

Violla opened the door a crack to peek inside and saw the three women approaching escort In Debt like hungry wolves. Their fleshy backs were blocking Violla's sight, so she couldn't see escort In Debt's expression. She imagined him quaking on the couch at the moment, begging in a fearful voice, 'Please, let me go!'

She sighed softly, then closed the door and ignored her guilty conscience. She quickened her steps as she left.

"Here we come, escort god. Hahaha…" The three women launched themselves at Davon with excitement coursing through their veins. He showed no reaction, but when he lowered his gaze, the three of them collapsed to the ground at the same time as he swept them across their feet. Due to their heavy weight, the ground shook as if being hit by an earthquake, almost shattering the coffee table in the process.

The black-clothed security guard pushed open the door and entered the room, asking cautiously, "Are you okay, Mr. Roman?"

"Clean this up," Davon said as he stepped on the coffee table to leave, not wanting the soles of his shoes to get dirtied by the three women on the ground.

Violla stepped out of Empire Night and hailed a cab. On the ride home, she guiltily sent a text message to escort In Debt: "Are you okay?"

There was no reply.

She sent another message: "If you really can't handle them anymore, just run away. Don't foolishly force yourself to bear with it!"

There was still no reply.

Violla called him, but no one answered.

She felt even more uneasy. "Sh*t. Could something have happened to that guy? Or maybe he is serving his clients and wants to keep things professional," she thought.

For some reason, Violla's chest constricted slightly at the thought of that. After all, he was her first man and the only man she had ever been with. Now that he had ended up in that situation, she found it rather tragic.

But on second thought, that was his job. She had only happened to come across those ladies today. If she hadn't, he would have been serving rich women anyway.

"Forget it. Being soft-hearted will get me nowhere. I would be better off focusing on being a dutiful creditor!" she thought to herself.

The next morning, Violla made sure her triplets safely boarded the school bus before rushing to the company. Because she was going to be late, she carried her heels and ran non-stop on bare feet. When she reached the company's driveway, a Rolls-Royce abruptly sped toward her from the side, with no intention of slowing down. Violla couldn't avoid the car in time; she fell to the ground in fright.

The car, on the other hand, came to a screeching halt just an inch away from her. A little further and Violla would have been meeting either God or Satan in person.

She was so scared that her heart threatened to fly out of her chest, but the people in the car looked completely unfazed. The security guard came forward to help Violla up but unexpectedly reproached her, "Don't run around like a mad hatter. You almost ran into the President's car."

"They were obviously the ones who almost ran into me," Violla spat. Her anger spiked, and she turned her head to glare at the people in the car. The security guards were rocking their poker faces, not showing an ounce of remorse.

As for Davon, who was seated in the back, he was staring unblinkingly at Violla with a frosty gaze. She was stunned, not knowing what was going on, when she was clearly the victim there!

Davon made a gesture, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom zoomed past Violla, just a hair's breadth away from her. Fury ignited in Violla, but she could only massage her bruised wrists and sore bum before limping into the company.

In the elevator, she recalled the look in Davon's eyes just now and became more perplexed than ever. "When did I ever offend the Devil? Since joining the company until now, I've been nothing but a diligent worker. I haven't done anything wrong," she told herself.

The only time she had come in contact with him was when he bumped into her, causing her to get spaghetti all over Isaac's face. She even thought that he had intentionally done it to teach Isaac a lesson. Now, it seemed like she had been overthinking it.

Just now, his driver had almost run her down, causing her to fall and bruise herself. She didn't even kick up a fuss, but he had glared at her with such a terrifying look in his eyes. How strange!

Maybe he was just born a brooding devil, and there's no reasonable explanation behind it! Following that train of thought, Violla's nerves relaxed considerably. A few scrapes were nothing she couldn't handle. She was fine as long as she didn't offend that devil; otherwise, her life from then on would become a living hell. Little did she know that her run of bad luck had only just begun.

On level 13, before Violla could settle down at her desk, the manager of the administration department immediately lambasted her, saying, "You've only been here for a few days, but you're already coming in late? Who do you think you are? The queen?"

"I…" she started before the manager cut her off. "The President came down to personally check the attendance in each department. We were severely criticized because of you. Our bonuses for this quarter have all been deducted!" The manager grunted.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Manager. I was…" she started, and he cut her off again.

"Don't give me excuses." The manager roared angrily, "Put your work on hold and go clean the swimming pool on level 68 now!"

"Huh? Clean the swimming pool? Why?" Violla was dumbstruck.

"What do you mean, 'why'?" The manager put on a stern face. "This is your punishment, or do you want your salary to be deducted instead?" he asked.

"No, no, no. I don't want that." The moment Violla heard about a possible salary deduction, she immediately caved in. "I'll go clean the swimming pool right now."

On level 68, the highest floor of the building, there was a luxurious infinity pool. The clear blue sky was reflected in the pool, making it feel like wading across fluffy white clouds in the sky. Clearly, it was intended for the Devil's personal use!

The place was spotless, without a speck of dust in sight. The tiles could even serve as mirrors. Violla couldn't understand why she had been ordered to clean it. However, she would do it as long as her salary wouldn't be deducted.

In the blink of an eye, she had worked for three hours. The floor was scrubbed clean, and the pool water had been replaced.

Violla was about to gather her things and head downstairs when she turned around and was met with a man seated on an ivory-colored recliner chair, scaring the living daylights out of her. "Mr. Roman, how long have you been here?"

Davon was wearing a pair of shades and was clad in an off-white casual suit, looking cold and overbearing.

He did not answer Violla's question but took off the black-gold ring on his index finger instead, before throwing it into the pool. With that same overbearing aura around him, he commanded, "Get it!"

"What?" Violla was stunned, unable to fathom why Davon was doing that.

"Mmmh," Davon cocked an arrogant brow.

"Mr. Roman, have... have I offended you in any way?" Violla nervously asked, "If I have done something wrong, I can apologize to you!"

"Are you going to retrieve it or not?" Davon kept things straight and concise.

"I..." She wanted to say something but was afraid she might lose her job. Thus, she had no choice but to suppress all her grievances and take off her leather shoes to retrieve his ring from the pool. The moment she entered the pool, her teeth began chattering from the cold.

It was early winter, so the water in the pool was freezing, especially when the wind blew past. Violla shivered but could only steel herself and lower her head into the water in search of his ring.

On the recliner, Davon's lips tugged into a smug smile seeing her like that. Finding such a small item in a huge swimming pool was basically like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Violla hugged her arms as she shivered violently. After more than half an hour, she finally caught sight of the ring. She frantically dived below to retrieve it. By the time she stood back up, her whole body was soaked. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder and wiped the water off her face, yelling with joy, "I found it!"

The sunlight reflected off the ring, making it dazzle beautifully, and her smile looked especially bright as well. Davon's lips curved into a frosty smile as he beckoned her with a finger. Violla hastily got out of the pool and handed the ring back to him. "Here's your ring, Mr. Roman!"

Davon lifted his eyes to look at her, and burning desire gradually filled his gaze. Even though Violla had no makeup on, her pure and natural beauty, as well as her inherent noble temperament, were more than enough to make up for it.

Because she was completely drenched, her white blouse and black skirt hugged her body, displaying her perfect curvy figure, making her look as alluring as ever beneath the brilliant sun. "Mr. Roman!" she called out. She was still trembling from the cold and failed to notice the change in Davon's expression.

Davon withdrew his gaze and took the ring from her. Before walking away at an unhurried pace, he left her with a single instruction. "Change the water again, then clean up before leaving."

Violla watched his retreating back and gnashed her teeth in anger. "What the hell is wrong with this Devil? He purposely threw his ring in and had me retrieve it just to torment me? What did I ever do to him?" She screamed in her mind before sneezing.

A gust of wind blew past, causing her to shiver in her clothes and sneeze several times in a row. Left with no choice, she repeated the process of cleaning up the place and changing the pool water.

After she was done, she picked up a bathrobe from the recliner and wrapped it around her almost-frozen body before hurrying back downstairs. She was dripping with water and sneezing continuously in the elevator. All she wanted to do was hurry to the locker room to dry her clothes as soon as possible.

Unfortunately, she ran into Isaac just as the elevator doors opened. Isaac was waiting for the elevator with a document in his hand. When he saw Violla, who appeared as if she had just come out of the shower, his eyes immediately lit up. "Well, what do we have here?" he teased.

She ignored him and briskly walked to the washroom. Isaac followed her without a second thought. The washroom in the changing room was small and rarely used by anyone.

Just as Violla was about to close the door, Isaac barged in and even locked the door behind him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Violla shouted in alarm.

"Well, well, well, Violla," he said. Isaac looked at her bathrobe and sneered, "I never knew you were this ambitious. You even set your eyes on Mr. Roman!"

"What?" Violla was baffled.

"You came down from level 68, and you're wearing Mr. Roman's bathrobe. Not to mention, you have the look of a licentious woman set free, so don't deny that you went up there to seduce Mr. Roman."

Isaac's sharp eyes roamed across Violla's body, burning bright with lust.