Just then, Damien looked at me with bitter disappointment and said, "Vivian Winslow, how did you turn out like this? You're no different from those vulgar shrews in the marketplace. It seems half a year still wasn’t enough for you."
I was completely terrified.
My mind was dulled by fear. It grew more and more numb and confused.
I had only one thought repeating in my head.
It’s over. It’s over. Another customer is dissatisfied with me.
Please, don’t hurt my Elise.
Without thinking, I instinctively took out a few pieces of 'candy' from my pocket, not even bothering to count them and quickly popped them into my mouth when no one was looking.
This 'candy' was given to me by the mentor.
She said that after eating it, I could become more 'professional,' and the customers would be more satisfied.
However, I had to eat it secretly. That way, the guests would believe it was their power that made me this way and that feeling of control would satisfy them even more.
The 'candy' took effect quickly. Shamelessly, I clung to Damien and the other guests.
Damien roared in fury and slapped me hard across the face. Half of my face instantly swelled and blood oozed from the corner of my mouth.