When Thalia uttered those words, she was almost kneeling in front of Landon, so humbled and so stripped of dignity.
He was dazed and suddenly realized that she couldn't have been Thalia Sherman. She was such a proud soul that she would never kneel and serve men in a club's private room.
Landon's hands loosened instinctively. Pulling out his wallet, he took a pile of cash out and gave it to her, intending to give her tips.
Thalia took it and responded softly, "Thank you, Mr. Ziegler."
As Landon looked at her face, he suddenly felt irritated. Waving his hand at the manager, he said, "Get all of them out of here. I don't need any company tonight."
The manager looked at Thalia, her gaze laced with a mix of emotions. She was aware that Thalia's last name was Sherman. So, why didn't Thalia latch onto Landon?
Shortly after, the four or five hostesses exited the private room, leaving behind only the group of men who had known each other since they were kids. Things immediately felt more
