With the author's famous His Destructive, Toxic Love series, Ethan Prescott captivates readers with every word. Dive into chapter Chapter 198, where love anecdotes intertwine with plot twists and hidden demons. Will the next chapters of the His Destructive, Toxic Love series be available today?
Key: His Destructive, Toxic Love Chapter 198
Eliza didn't beat around the bush. "Lydia, I need to talk to you."
"Talk to me?" Lydia gave Eliza a once-over, then stepped aside. "Come in, let's chat."
Eliza laid out her predicament.
It took Lydia a moment to absorb the news. Eliza had always been the top student and the pride of their town. She had even gotten into the most prestigious university with flying colors.
"Are you... in trouble?"
Eliza nodded, her every move heavy with worry. "I owe someone money, so I came to... ask for a job."
"You don't have a job?" Lydia was taken aback.
"I do, but I was thinking of working evenings... like a part-time gig. Can you help me out?" Eliza bit her lip.
She'd heard Lydia was now the top manager and could probably find a spot for someone without much hassle. It just depended on whether Lydia was willing to help.
Lydia lit a cigarette, her piercing eyes never leaving Eliza. "You can't handle this job."
"I can dance." Eliza had been talented from a young age. In college, she even taught herself jazz and folk dance. "I can do this."
"It's not about whether you can dance. It's about..." Lydia lit her cigarette, took a long drag, and blew out the smoke slowly, her brow furrowed. "...this place is full of all kinds of people. It's not for someone like you."
"There's no such thing as someone who can't adapt. It’s only environments that challenge us. I can do this."
Eliza had never been more determined.
"No issues. I'll be there."
By day, Eliza was the Deputy Director of the Design Department at Welton International, a dedicated professional. By night, she transformed into a mysterious belly dancer, moving amongst various men. Her dance was graceful and passionate, an enchanting performance that had the men screaming for more, unable to tear themselves away. The air was thick with greedy desires, the stench of money, and the intoxicating allure of luxury.
"Mr. Casper, you've never been to a place like this before; you don't know what you're missing."
Casper wasn't thrilled about the venue, but this loyal client had been with Welton International for over a decade, so he couldn't complain too much.
"Mr. Young, it looks like you are a regular here."
"You're in for a treat. They've got a new dancer, and her figure is... so supple and slender. She looks so hot too. You'll see what I mean soon enough." Mr. Young was practically buzzing with excitement.
As they spoke, several dazzlingly dressed dancers entered the VIP room.
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