Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 23

Two hours ago.

Arya, who was at work, was in trouble. She was only in charge of delivering the wines, but several men

stopped her from leaving.

One of them asked her to drink. "Drop your act. There are no women here who don't like money. They

say they don't sell themselves because they aren't given enough money. When she is given enough

money, she would do whatever she is asked to. I know your kind. Do as I said."

The man was a little drunk, and when he spoke, his breath reeked of alcohol.

Arya found he was difficult to deal with and knew that if she didn't drink today, he would not let her go.

She took the bottle from the man and said, "If I drink this, can you let me go? I still have to work."

The man lost his temper and said impatiently, "Just drink it!"

Another man in the private room also said, "Just drink this as Mr. Lau said. He is loaded. If he is

satisfied, you will get the money you want."

Arya forced herself to finish the bottle of wine. "Can I leave now?"

"You're quite a drinker. Why did you pretend you can't drink?" The man still didn't let her go.

Arya took the cure in advance, so she wouldn't get drunk. If she got drunk in this place, she might be

slept by someone.

The foreman had taught her to took the medicine in advance and had to be cautious at all times.

"Since you can drink, stay and drink with us." As he spoke, the man threw ten thousand on the table. "If

we are satisfied, the money will be yours."

Several men dragged Arya to the sofa and asked her to drink with them.

Arya could not break free. She drank a bottle of wine with an alcohol content of 30 and then drank a

few glasses in a row. Her stomach ached faintly.

"I really can't drink anymore. If you need people to drink with you, I'll ask the foreman to get someone

for you."

"We just want you to accompany us. It's a compliment to let you, a low waitress, drink with us."

The man said angrily and continued to ply Arya with wines.

Arya's face turned pale.

Beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

During her years in prison, her stomach had been hurt.

She couldn't stand for so many wines.

They didn't let her go until the foreman who heard that she was being plied with drinks came to rescue

her.

The foreman was more experienced in such matters. It was only when she got a few women who knew

how to please men to accompany those difficult guests that the matter was settled.

The foreman held Arya whose face turned pale and asked with concern, "Are you drunk?"

Arya shook her head with difficulty. "My stomach hurts."

The foreman was thankful for Arya taking the blame for her, so she helped her to the lounge. "You can

go back today. I won't deduct your salary."

Arya was in so much pain that she couldn't speak at all. Sweat soaked her hair.

She asked the foreman to call Jasper and ask him to bring her stomach medicine.

This was her chronic ailment and Jasper knew it very well.

The foreman did as she asked.

Half an hour later, Jasper rushed over with the medicine.

After taking the medicine with warm water, she lay on the sofa and rested for a while before she felt

fine.

Jasper said to the foreman, "She won't work here anymore."

"Jasper..."

Jasper looked back at the pale woman lying on the sofa and said with pity, "I've found you another job,

so don't worry about work anymore."

Arya was silent. If she could find a suitable job at that time, she wouldn't have worked here.

Just because she had a criminal record, none of those well-established firms wanted her.

The foreman was also kind and said that she would help Arya go through with the procedures.

Jasper thanked her and left with Arya in his arms.

Arya didn't want him to carry her. "I can walk by myself."

"Look at yourself. You want to torture yourself to death before you give up, don't you?"

Arya lowered her eyes. "I won't die."Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

'How can I die if the people who had hurt me still live so well?'

She would not let herself die.

After all these difficult days, this was nothing to her.

Jasper pursed his lips and hugged her tightly to leave the clubhouse.

Arya buried her head in Jasper's arms and did not notice the car parked at the entrance of the

clubhouse.

No one knew how angry Xavier was when he saw Jasper come out with Arya in his arms.

'Does this woman lose her legs so that she needs to be carried or can't she live without a man for even

one day?'

He suppressed the anger and got out of the car calmly. Just as Jasper was about to carry Arya into the

car, he said to her, "Do you still want it?"

Jasper paused, trying to pretend not to hear, and continued to carry Arya into the car, but Arya didn't let

him get his way.

"Put me down." Even without looking at him, she knew who it was by his voice.

Jasper didn't move or put her down.

There were tears in her eyes and she said in a low voice, "He promised to give me the shares of K&T

Inc. You know what those mean to me."

But Jasper also knew that those things came for a price.

He gritted his teeth as if he was about to explode.

Arya broke free from his arms and did not want him to see this side of her. She said in a pleading tone,

"Please. Go back first."

Jasper's adam's apple moved up and down, and he felt it difficult to open his mouth.

Xavier sneered at the two people who didn't want to part with each other.

"What? Are you guys playing Jack and Rose here? Do you want me to get you a room so that you can

enjoy yourselves?"

Xavier leaned against the car. He lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth. He looked a little bad.

The white smoke enveloped him, making it hard to see his expression under the yellowing streetlight or

what he was thinking at the moment.

He was so calm, but Arya was scared.

But she had to deal with him. Her footsteps were as heavy as lead, but she could not retreat.

Jasper grabbed her hand. He had never wanted power, money, and status more than this moment.

If he had these, he wouldn't have to watch her be treated unfairly.

But he couldn't do anything.

He was overwhelmed with the feeling of powerlessness.

Arya resolutely shook Jasper's hand off. "If you can't give me what I want, let me go."

The last person she wanted to hurt was Jasper, but she had hurt him the most.

'Please forgive me.'

Arya stood a few steps away from Xavier.

After a while, Xavier raised his eyes slowly and flicked the cigarette ash. "Can you drive?"

"Yes." In fact, when she got her driver's license, her mother bought her a new car. Before she had the

chance to drive it, Marshal took it and had a car accident.

It was four years ago and her driver's license was revoked, so now she had no license.

"But I don't have a license."

Xavier glanced at her and did not give her a response. Instead, he went straight to the passenger seat.

His decision was evident.

Arya had to bite the bullet.

She had never thought that the first time she got to drive, she would drive such a luxurious car. But she

could not understand what Xavier meant.

She was a little nervous, but fortunately, she didn't forget what she had learned. At night, there were

fewer cars and she could drive successfully.

"Where are we going?" Arya asked.

Xavier closed his eyes and rested his arm outside the window as if he didn't hear Arya.

Arya stopped asking and drove aimlessly.

Xavier was lost in thought. It was only when the cigarette butt between his index and middle fingers

burned his fingers that he found that the cigarette had been burnt out.

He quietly threw away the cigarette butt and leaned against the back of the chair.

"That is your boyfriend?"