Billionaire’s Mistress

Three years have passed.

City X, Star Club,

The Star Club’s conference room in City X.

“Leanna, have you examined all of the club’s entertainment facilities? Is there anything wrong? The client will come at three o’clock this afternoon,” Alvin, the general manager, questioned seriously.

I nodded, “yes, I’m sure. There’s no problem, but…”

“But what?” Alvin inquired.

“The identity of the guest… We don’t know the information of the guest. How can we send someone to pick him up at the airport?” I said with a frown.

“There’s no need to pick up the guests because the schedule of the guests is confidential, so the information we get is very limited,” “But you can tell everyone that the person who comes here this time is a big shot who can’t be provoked, so you all have to cheer up and serve  well, do you hear me?”

“Got it,” everyone said in unison.

“After the meeting, the Housekeeping Department and the Catering Department will confirm the menu of the presidential suite in the evening, and make sure that the reception is ready,” Alvin said as he threw away the pen in his hand and was about to leave the meeting room when someone rushed in from outside.

“Mr. Alvin, the prestigious client, came ahead of schedule and is now ready to exit the car,” the Concierge Department’s Fitch said anxiously.

Alvin’s expression clouded when he heard this. He suddenly rose up, looked at us, and said, “Come with me to welcome the esteemed guest!”

Suddenly, everyone in the conference room rose up and followed him out of the office. They arrived at the elevator, ready to descend.

I took the back path. When I boarded the elevator, it instantly sounded an overload alert.

Alvin had to wave at me quickly, “Leanna, take the next elevator.”

Hearing this, I obeyed and departed.

I waited for three or four minutes at the elevator. I entered the other elevator as it came up. My phone rang in my pocket as soon as I stepped into the elevator.

Cecily, the Concierge Department waitress, had sent the photo. I “a mystery big shot. He is very attractive. Manager, come down and pick him up!”

I grinned and clicked on the giant picture. I felt my blood freeze all over at once.

How is that possible?

Three years had gone, and the memories that had been forcedly forgotten had overwhelmed my mind like a river with a gate open.

Three years ago, in order to save my very ill sister, I decided to work in a nightclub on the recommendation of a friend. I ran into an unnamed big shot.

That man paid me money in exchange for sleeping with him.

Despite the fact that I am ashamed of what I did, my sister’s health is grave, and she need a kidney transplant. I can’t be bothered.

He is generous. I soon had enough money and departed. My sister had had kidney transplant surgery, and I had also completed his university studies and come to work at the club.

I assumed that after three years, I would have no contact with him, so I opted to fully forget about that horrible history, as if nothing had occurred, and live a clean life with him.

But I didn’t anticipate him to reappear in my life in this way three years later.

I was still in a state of shock and apprehension. The elevator arrived to the club’s first-floor lobby. When the door opened, I saw Alvin waiting at the elevator entrance with the renowned figure, ready to enter.

Behind them stood many people, all of whom were the club management who had just come downstairs to welcome the guest with Alvin.

I felt as if I had stopped breathing at that point, and my face was filled with confusion. I stood there in a fog, afraid to enter, and there was no turning back.

“Mr. Edmund, please come in. The room has been cleaned for you, and the housekeeper who prepared it for you is also the greatest housekeeper in our club. Don’t worry. We will do our best to give the best service for your vacation,” Alvin said, not seeing that I was still standing in the elevator. He motioned for him to enter the elevator while reporting to the other party.

The man’s intriguing face bore no expression. I glanced into his four eyes as his previously languid eyes abruptly lifted.

My heart stopped pounding the instant I caught his gaze. My hands and back were drenched in cold sweat.

He was the one! He was the one!

Three years ago, he saved my sister’s life and wrecked my reputation!

“Is that the housekeeper you’re talking about?” he said, opening his mouth in a low yet compelling tone. His gaze had shifted away from me, and his expression had remained unchanged.

Did he not recognize me?

In my heart, I prayed.

Alvin turned to face me when he heard this. He instantly opened his lips and said, “Mr. Edmund, here is Leanna, the manager of our club’s Entertainment Department.”This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Miss Leanna, here is Mr. Edmund, the prestigious client of our club’s presidential suite. Mr. Edmund has traveled thousands of kilometers from City Y to our club. It’s truly a wonderful honor for our club,” Alvin introduced and pleased.

He appeared to recall something about City Y. “By the way, Miss Leanna, I recall that your hometown is also City Y, right? Look, you and Mr. Edmund are still from the same hometown,” he added with a smile.

He said it cheerfully, but my heart was sinking.

“In that case, let her be my Butler,” Edmund said again, cool and disinterested, leaving no room for anyone to object.

“Mr. Edmund, I’ve previously been in charge of The Entertainment Department, but I’m not familiar with the Housekeeping Department, so…”

“Miss Leanna, are you unwilling?” he interrupted before I could complete my sentence.

Although he appeared to ask me, his tone was cold and stern, with a hint of arrogance.

“Of course, Mr. Edmund is willing to offer her the chance to work for you; that’s our Star Club’s fortune, and Miss Leanna; how could she not be willing?” Alvin cut in bluntly and winked at me.

I knew I couldn’t say no, so I just bent my head and listened.

The elevator door was shut. The others were all stopped outside by Edmund’s helper, save for Alvin and me, who was temporarily assigned as Butler.

The elevator took us directly to the door of the presidential apartment on the top floor.

Alvin’s Point of View

“Mr. Alvin, just call it here. The following things will be handled by Miss Leanna.” I lifted my feet and wanted to lead them into the room, but was stopped by a big hand of the assistant next to me. “Mr. Alvin, just call it here. Mr. Edmund doesn’t like to be disturbed. He hopes that during his stay here, the security of the meeting house can be guaranteed and don’t let any irrelevant people in.”

Of course, I get what the assistant was saying. Despite my embarrassment at being halted, I swiftly replied and nodded. “Yes, I understand; please be assured, Mr. Edmund, that our club is the greatest in City X, and security will never be jeopardized.”

“That’s OK. Take care,” the assistant said, looking at me.

I entered the elevator, shut the door, and waited for it to descend.