Chapter 12 Compensation

• As Victoria watched the supervisor leave, her stomach was so empty that it hurt. Then, she walked submissively toward the lift. The Delta Club's balcony was an outdoor swimming pool. She thought it would be cold with that kind of weather, but when she opened the door, she saw many handsome men and pretty women. The most beautiful ladies in Delta Club were dressed up. Victoria's mind was too distracted by the scene's resemblance to debauchery to worry about the weather.
• She kept her head bowed as she looked around for areas that needed to be cleaned up, as she did not dare to see too much. Right then, someone called her. "Hey, janitor! Come here and collect these empty wine bottles, then bring us more wines."
• Victoria was the only one dressed in a janitor's uniform, so she raised her head to look in the direction of the voice. She noticed a long table with a row of empty wine bottles next to the balcony swimming pool. The combination of red and white bottles was quite opulent. She licked the corner of her lips as she picked up an empty box on the side. Then, she walked over and immediately began to clean up. Halfway through, someone threw a volleyball into the pool, which caused the water to splash.
• She was startled and took a step back, but she accidentally bumped into the person standing behind her. Then, she heard a cute tone that sounded like 'ow.' That person immediately complained, "How filthy! Watch where you are going!"
• When Victoria turned around, she saw a woman in a short white skirt. Victoria's cheeks were flushed as she apologized modestly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."
• "A janitor is here to join the party, too? You have made my clothes dirty and are you able to compensate me? Such bad luck…"
• The trivial argument drew the attention of a person lounging on a couch by the pool. He cast a quick glance in Victoria's direction. He realized that her side face and lowered profile appeared quite attractive in contrast to the dazzling lights. He raised an eyebrow and spontaneously asked, "What happened?"
• The woman who had been accidentally bumped into immediately feigned pity in response to his voice and turned around pathetically. "Mr. Brooke, look! This janitor made my clothes dirty..."
• "Oh?" Anthony Brooke smiled as he swept a meaningful glance at her body. "It's only a piece of clothing. You can ask her to compensate. Come here, janitor."
• Victoria knew that she had a string of bad luck, but she simply could not afford to offend anyone. So, she closed her eyes and walked over to him.
• When she approached Anthony, his eyes lit up, and he put down the glass in his hand. Then, he glanced at her with great interest and said, "Janitor, you have to compensate her for dirtying her clothes."
• Victoria was stunned as she looked at the girl's skirt. She could not compensate for it because it was a piece of a collection from a particular brand. "I am unable to compensate you with my current income. If you are willing, I can help you wash it after the party."
• Perhaps Anthony did not anticipate Victoria's direct admission that she did not have the money. His cunning eyes curved up as he became more interested in her. "Why not offer your own uniform as compensation since you cannot reimburse her? What do you think?"
• His voice was quite loud, and in an instant, the crowd that were surrounding them realized that something interesting was going on. Hence, they all began to stare in their direction. After being released from prison, Victoria only had a few alternate work uniforms. At that time, her undergarments were the only thing she wore underneath her janitor's uniform. Victoria's face turned pale as she realized he intended to humiliate her on purpose.
• "What's wrong? You can exchange your rags as compensation, but you still refuse?"
• "Mr. Brooke, I don't believe this janitor can do it. She doesn't even want to take off her uniform..."
• "Oh, I must see this. Come on, take your clothes off."
• Victoria clenched her collar and shook slightly as she was surrounded by jeers and laughter. Suddenly, just as she was about to raise her hand, a sizable warm arm wrapped itself around her shoulder. She was startled when she suddenly felt as though her body were being pressed against a chest she was familiar with.
• Christian's lips curled upward, and his righteous eyes looked stern. He arched his thin dark brows, looking proud and outstanding like a king seated at the pinnacle. Victoria could just make out his perfect jawline when she looked up and couldn't help but gulp.
• His lips were curved seductively, but the words that came out of them were piercing. "Oh? Mr. Brooke, when did you become interested in a nobody like this janitor?"
• Nobody… Victoria lowered her head.
• "Mr. Thatcher, that's not a very nice way to say it. We're just a group of people looking to have fun. Otherwise, there's not much to play with, is there?"
• "Looking to have some fun? I see…" Christian laughed, and then, before the crowd could comprehend the situation, the man who insulted Victoria fell with a splash after being kicked by Christian into the pool.
• Victoria was stunned by what she had just witnessed.