




Chapter 6 His Plan
She looked at him nervously, unable to make a sound.
"Remember what I said." His lips approached her neck, and the breath from his nose brushed against the skin of her nape. She blushed instantly.
Samuel finally let go and shoved a card into her hand. "This is my number. Contact me if you need anything."
Layla hurriedly escaped from the car, disappearing into the night without looking back.
Back at the dorm, the lights were on, and Emilia was waiting, looking all bossy. "Coming back this late, hooked on finding a male prostitute?"
Layla started removing her makeup and washing up, too tired to respond.
Seeing Layla ignore her, Emilia angrily reached out to grab her, but Layla pushed her away.
"Since you slept with Vincent, my business is none of your concern."
"I went after Vincent, but isn't it your fault for acting all high and mighty, refusing to sleep with him?"
"A cheater will cheat no matter what. You better stick to him like glue, or he'll cheat again."
"Vincent would never. You just couldn't keep him. I'm way better than you."
"Thanks to your smarts, I didn't give my virginity to a jerk."
"Isn't giving it to a male prostitute even worse?"
Suddenly, a slap landed hard on Emilia's face.
"Layla, you—"
Layla's face was cold. "My family runs a martial arts school. You sure you want to test me?"
Knowing she couldn't win, Emilia could only throw things in frustration. "Just wait, Vincent and I will get married!"
The next morning.
"Sweetie, I'm coming down now. Love you." Emilia glanced at the still-sleeping Layla, deliberately speaking loudly and slamming the door.
The loud bang instantly woke Layla, who frowned, feeling dizzy from less than three hours of sleep.
She picked up her grad school prep book but put it down again. No need to prep for grad school with Vincent anymore; better find a stable job first.
On the desk was the card with "Holland" and a string of numbers.
Layla crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash, then went online to look for job postings.
"The Holland Group is hiring a design assistant?" She clicked on it immediately.
The famous Holland Group, the largest multinational conglomerate in the entire city. Its businesses spanned the globe, ranking high on the world's wealthiest lists. It was also the pinnacle for designers, with an acceptance rate as low as 1 in 10,000.
Layla decided to apply to both the Holland Group and some smaller companies.
To her surprise, the Holland Group responded the fastest, calling her for an interview that afternoon and scheduling it for 9 AM the next day.
The next day, Layla got to the Holland Group building just before 8 AM.
She looked up at the impressive skyscraper, totally awestruck. No wonder it was the top financial group; it left her speechless.
The employees coming and going looked confident. The men wore sharp suits, and the women looked like they stepped out of a fashion magazine.
Layla's heart raced. She had always dreamed of being a top designer.
The elevator arrived, and Layla stepped in, She accidentally saw someone who looked exactly like the male escort from that night and thought to herself, "Is it him? How could he be here? Am I seeing things?"