Fell Into His Love Trap novel Chapter 2

Elysium was the most luxurious nightclub in A City, and it operated on a membership system.

The guests who came here were filthy rich or immensely powerful, each of them having a net worth of tens of millions.

Skylar had always regarded places like this with disdain. Never did she think that one day, she would willingly stoop so low for the sake of money.

Being her naive self, she really thought that Tobias Ford was a generous man, giving her three million when she had only asked for three hundred thousand, which would help her settle her financial emergency.

Thus, when Jeremy told her that the check was forged, her head spun as the world around her

collapsed.

Indeed, the world was a sinister place; she had been scammed!

As for Jeremy's surgery fee, his family had surprisingly managed to gather sufficient money after that.

Skylar was baffled as to where the Lanes got the money from, since they were the ones who begged her to gather the money in the first place.

Moreover, her future grandmother-in-law even informed her they couldn’t afford Jeremy's postsurgery rehabilitation expenses and needed her help.

It cost at least one hundred thousand per month. A little nobody like her could barely scrape up one-tenth of that amount.

"Skylar, hurry up. Room 301 requested a bottle of Ace of Spades. Go in and serve the drinks," urged the manager, Camila Cook, as she nudged Skylar's back.

Room 301 was the only VIP room in Elysium. The occupants were usually business tycoons and celebrity politicians.

Before entering, Camila had specifically told her to turn a blind eye to whatever was happening inside.

Turn a blind eye? What the heck did she sign me up for? Chills went down her spine the moment she heard Camila's warning.

At that moment, Skylar was clad in a white maxi dress and a pair of high-heeled boots of the same color. Her face was completely free of makeup, without even a tinge of rouge on her cheeks.

Balancing a tray of drinks with one hand, she pressed down on the gilded door handle and entered the room, her heart almost at her throat.

The atmosphere inside the room and that outside was like night and day; it was much quieter. She also noticed that all of Elysium's top beauties were in here.

"Throwing yourself at me so soon? Are you that eager, pretty lady?" A frivolous voice sounded from above Skylar's head. With her head bowed low, she was so afraid to make eye contact with those inside the room that she bumped into someone.

Moreover, the lighting in the private room was too dim, so she couldn't see clearly where she was heading. She looked up abruptly at the man whom she had run into, noting that he was in his forties and had a plump figure. With a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles resting on his nose bridge, he looked like a typical government official.

Widening her large doe eyes in shock, Skylar hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't see where I was going."

The man broke into a lecherous smile. "Do you think a simple apology will do? Just tell me what you want. Don't use this kind of petty coy tricks on me. I've seen more than enough in my lifetime."

Without another word said, the bespectacled man caught Skylar's wrist and flung her onto the sofa like a ragged doll.

After being manhandled roughly, she frantically propped herself into a sitting position. This place was full of the affluent and influential. She knew she couldn't afford to offend any of them, so she could only keep a tight lid on her anger.

Amidst the heavy odor of tobacco and alcohol, a white sandalwood cologne fragrance tickled her nose, bringing back memories of the past.

Huh? Why does that smell... so familiar?