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Giselle tried to hold back her tears so that she could smile. Whereas the person sitting in front of her, who was leisurely enjoying the dinner this time. there was no implied burden or guilt for having disturbed someone so easily.

“You didn’t eat?” the figure asked as he took a big bite of his favorite steak. “You sure know how to entertain old friends.”

Giselle grinned slightly. She picked up the glass of wine that was served to her. She sipped slowly while enjoying the view below. She had deliberately met in a place with privacy to avoid any interruptions from the news seekers. Ever since his name soared, Justin had given a big warning; if he wanted to meet someone, no matter what, it had to be with one of the SEO staff and the venue had to be private.

There was one time when he broke the law, because she felt he wanted a little taste of the pleasure of enjoying fast-food fried chicken at a 24-hour restaurant. Unfortunately, before she could enjoy it, fans and paparazzi had surrounded her. Inevitably, making Giselle’s mood messy. But she couldn’t show an upset face in the midst of many people like that. Giselle had to keep a friendly smile in the midst of trying to keep them at a distance. It’s not that she doesn’t want to be around supportive fans, but you know, sometimes they do more than just shake hands.

And that made her uncomfortable.

Reminded her of the past.

The interlocutor occasionally observed the changes Giselle had undergone since they last met. She wiped the corner of her lips with a tissue, afraid of the steak sauce remaining there. She placed her fork and knife on the edge of the plate.

“Are you done?” asked Giselle as she glanced behind the glass still in her hand. “If you still want to enjoy the deliciousness of the number one quality meat in the country, go ahead. I’m fine with it.”

“Bribery?” asked the figure with a chuckle that was full of condescension towards Giselle. She shook her head immediately, saying something that made Giselle’s expression even more inflamed. “I’m not easy for you to silence this time.”

“What is your purpose exactly?”

Jilly, the person who sent the photo message and called Giselle a few hours ago, was laughing out loud. She didn’t care if there were other diners staring at them. When she looked around, it turned out that there were only a few diners in the restaurant and they were far apart. It’s like they don’t want to be disturbed and disturb each other.

“Do you know what I want?”

Giselle’s eyeballs rolled in annoyance. “I already gave you a stern warning about what you did to me.”

Jilly chuckled again. “You wouldn’t dare bother me with that idle threat, Nami.” She leaned back on the chair she was sitting on. Further intimidating Giselle who looked calm in front of her. The same dish as before was not enjoyed by the model. I wonder what Giselle was thinking ordering the same steak as her.

Unfortunately, the price of a steak here could eat up her hefty monthly allowance from one of the men who willingly pays for her life. But not content to stop there, she needs something to milk on her own; Giselle Namiozuka.

One that he can always rely on under any circumstances.

“I was taught not to manipulate words that have already been spoken.” Giselle put down her glass slowly. The look in her eyes was just as fierce as the woman who was becoming increasingly annoying. “Two months ago you had me at the limit of what I could tolerate. And you’re testing me again?”

“But in the end, you met me, right?” Jilly smiled widely. Never afraid of Giselle’s expression that now looked scary. She knew Giselle more than anyone else in the world. Watching how the actions of the girl who was just an ordinary entertainer went up and up along with the profits she made as the name Nami, the beautiful masked dancer, became more and more in demand out there.

Instead of answering, Giselle chose to enjoy the steak that was already cooler than when it was first served. But she still savored every cut she made on the sirloin, which she asked to be cooked to a well-done level. There was no bad food in Giselle’s dictionary because she knew how hard it was to earn a penny.

she no longer wanted to experience the hardships that had once ensnared her life. For this reason, she tried his best to keep moving forward in life. No matter what risks she will face.

“I only want five hundred million. That’s a small amount, right?” asked Jilly while supporting her face with her hands. She watched as Giselle savored every bite. Even this girl, who she admitted was beautiful, occasionally closed her eyes as if every bite that entered her mouth was the ultimate pleasure.

“You heard me, right?” asked Jilly, who felt ignored because the other person ignored her words. “I’m not messing around with sharing photos that I think are… beautiful.” She picked up the cell phone in her handbag. Fiddling with it for a moment while glancing at Giselle, in case she lost her appetite. Or display a look of annoyance and immediately fulfill her wish.

It’s not a lot according to Jilly for Giselle at this point. Perhaps her one job in the modeling world that made her name was not out of the question. If it wasn’t Jilly who asked Giselle to accompany the guest that night, neither the meeting nor Giselle’s resignation would have been possible.

Although Jilly admits, she drained a lot of money from the guest. No matter, the price was right to allow her valuable assets to leave the club she managed. She had already calculated the reimbursement amount along with the debt she owed Giselle complete with interest. Jilly thought that the man had backed off from the amount he had said before the signing of the release contract took place.

Less than two days later, the man came back with several aides. Each of them put a suitcase filled with cash. In accordance with the amount Jilly requested. There was nothing Jilly could do but let him go, right?This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

But Jilly is still Jilly.

She only promised to let go, no more dealing, but it seems the man forgot, Giselle can still be used as she is now.

“Or do you want something more fun?” Jilly smiled widely. Her eyes were playful as she looked at Giselle who was still enjoying her meal. “I hope this show doesn’t make you lose your appetite.”

That remark was met with a very thin grin from Giselle. It was as if she was the only one at 91st Luxurious Steak, unaccompanied by the obnoxious Jilly. She enjoyed everything the restaurant served with gusto. She didn’t even leave any of the side dishes she ordered.

Accustomed to practicing maintaining and displaying a calm expression, in any situation, allows Giselle to suppress all her anger and irritation towards the other person. If she had been allowed to use harsh words, she would have done it earlier.

Instead of doing that, what Giselle did seemed to have succeeded in provoking Jilly’s emotions. Jilly was seen clucking repeatedly with Giselle’s calm demeanor. Plus, the model did not respond to Jilly’s words. It was true what her coach said, if she was calm in the face of an enemy, it was one of her strongest shields. In addition to observing what the opponent was going to do, it was also to repel in one fell swoop. Or at least counterbalance the conversation if she was put in a position with a lot of people.

And the calmness that Giselle often displays, she also uses if she is in a situation that is quite stressful. Such as meeting important people that she never thought she’d get the chance to meet before.

Shit! That girl is completely ignoring me! Just look at it! You won’t be able to dodge it and it’ll be really big news if I spread it. It’s your loss, Nami! Jilly muttered to herself. She handed the cell phone to Giselle.

“What if I share this video?” asked Jilly quietly, pressing play on her phone.

Giselle knew at once what kind of footage Jilly was showing her. She swallowed the last piece of meat. Giselle’s hand that had been holding the cutlery, she put it down to make it rough. Her eyes flashed with such dislike.

“You’ve gone too far, Jilly.”

The woman felt on the cusp of victory. “Obey my wishes then. Easy, right?”