Chapter 4: Because you are worthy

Damn it! How unfortunate. No wallet, no phone, not even clothes. Ryan had been so preoccupied that he completely forgot about his predicament. And to make matters worse, Ryan would now face even more embarrassment.

 

As if realizing Ryan's pitiful situation, the girl mocked teasingly, "Are you planning to pay me in cash or by transfer? I wouldn't mind if you paid me in gold or diamonds."

 

This time, Ryan was truly at a loss! This was the final blow to his dignity. It looks like Ryan has completely lost face in front of someone else.

 

While Ryan struggled to figure out how to handle this situation, which was entirely new to him, the girl raised her eyes, arrogantly provoking him.

 

"Are you okay?" Her question lacked sincerity. "You look awful. Did you just remember something terrible? Regretting the money, not wanting to pay me anymore?"

 

Her teasing smile was truly detestable.

 

"You... did you..." Ryan frowned, considering whether the girl had hidden his belongings. As if reading his misguided thoughts, the girl spoke up.

 

"What about me?" Her expression couldn't have been more nonchalant. "Do you want to add another clause? Just say what you want, and I'll comply."

 

The girl's gaze pinned Ryan, filled with anticipation, beneath which lay mockery and contempt for her opponent.

Ryan found himself speechless, unsure how to refute her. He could see that he was being pressured heavily by the girl. Ryan had no evidence to accuse her other than suspicion, as he hadn't witnessed or caught her in any illegal acts himself. Yes, at that time, Ryan was intoxicated and completely out of it. Therefore, if he were to insist on accusing her, even going as far as demanding a search of the premises, and find nothing, Ryan would only further tarnish his own reputation. Imagine a reputable company director making a fuss over a few dollars; it was utterly shameful.

 

Ryan couldn't tear his gaze away from the triumphant glint in her eyes. He had suffered a humiliating defeat in the battle he instigated. Oh dear, if only he had pretended nothing happened, waited for his clothes to be brought to him, quietly apologized, and left, leaving would be much better than starting a confrontation with the girl.

 

Observing Ryan's prolonged silence, his opponent prompted the conversation.

 

"Why are you taking so long? You're wasting my time," the girl pretended to be impatient.

 

Unable to articulate his thoughts, Ryan had intended to ask about his wallet, but the words wouldn't come out.

 

"Oh, don't tell me you don't have the money." The girl exclaimed in feigned surprise. Then she brazenly mocked, "How pathetic."

 

Being called out on his own predicament, Ryan felt a surge of anger, but reason demanded that he endure it.

 

"If you have nothing else to say, you can leave now," the girl dismissed Ryan with harsh words. "I don't need money from a penniless loser like you. Last night was just my bad luck to encounter someone like you. Next time, if you don't have money, don't come to the club looking for girls; it's embarrassing for men. As for your clothes, just go straight to the hotel's laundry room to get them."

 

Ryan clenched his lips tightly, restraining the boiling anger within him. Being directly humiliated like this was a completely new and unforgettable experience for him. The notable thing was that he could only listen, unable to argue back, so he had to swallow this and find an opportunity to repay both the capital and the interest later. But it was frustrating; he had to express it to relieve his anger. Without caring about right or wrong or thoughtful consideration, Ryan just let his words flow out.

 

"Fine." Ryan pointed straight at the girl's face, warning her. "Let's see how you'll pay for those insults you just made. Not to mention the criminal behavior. What if I report you for drugging and robbing someone? With charges of fraud, the punishment won't be light—at least ten years."

 

"Go ahead then," the girl challenged, her attitude mocking and indifferent. "Feel free to call the police to escort you safely home. By the way, do you have a phone? I can lend you mine."

 

Threatening to involve the law in intervening and not being afraid, it seems that his opponent is very difficult to deal with. It's true that he's in a vulnerable position, facing many disadvantages. Any culprit would have already disposed of the evidence. Oh, Ryan's mind is wandering again, imagining nonsense.

 

"Consider your victory today. It's best not to let me see you again; otherwise, I will make you regret those insults as well as the despicable acts you've committed. Don't expect me to overlook it easily; prepare yourself for court. Shameless, cunning. A cheap whore. You've tainted the noble dignity of women."

 

"What did you just call me?"

 

"Deaf or something?" Ryan retorted with a challenging attitude.

 

'A cheap whore?' It was the first time in her life that the girl had been insulted and humiliated so severely by a man. If Ryan didn't know any better, then don't blame the retribution coming from the girl.

 

Eyes glaring with murderous intent, both sides were ready to devour each other alive.

 

Feeling the need to end this ridiculous story, the girl switched to a cheerful tone, making a request.

 

"Alright, let's end this nonsense here. I don't want to argue with someone ignorant, let alone someone as arrogant and insolent as you. Please wait a moment!"

 

What? Arrogant and ignorant? Him? It's quite laughable; Ryan vehemently denied the accusations, forgetting that one's self-perception often differs greatly from how others perceive them. Ryan considered arguing back but regretted that the girl had ignored him.

 

Ryan watched as the beautiful figure reached into her bag, expecting her to be intimidated by the threats and hand over the wallet and phone. To his surprise, Ryan was mistaken. Holding the bag in her hand, the girl arrogantly approached and stood opposite Ryan, then immediately spoke.

 

"Here," She pulled out a $100 bill from her bag and handed it to Ryan, her tone victorious. "Take this little money and leave."

 

"What do you mean by this?" Ryan maintained his arrogant demeanor, still not fully understanding.

 

"Is it not enough?" The girl pulled out another $100 bill and continued. "This should cover the taxi fare, right? It even has a little extra for you to buy a mirror and see how ugly your face is."

 

"What are you doing?" Ryan couldn't bear it anymore, growing impatient.

 

"Payment for last night," she declared with a hint of malice, her words sharp. "I don't want to be labeled as someone who doesn't pay for the person who made me happy. Moreover, seeing you as pitiful, I decided to open my heart and be charitable by giving you some spare change. Even though you don't deserve it."

Ryan's face was flushed with humiliation. He was truly psychologically traumatized. Never in his life had Ryan experienced such a distressing and humiliating situation as this morning.

 

Of course, Ryan refused to take the money, only displaying anger and disgust towards the other person. Despite Ryan's demeanor and without giving him a chance to react or make a scene, let alone cause any disturbance, the girl grabbed Ryan's hand and forcefully dragged him towards the door.

 

Swiftly and decisively, the girl expelled Ryan from her room without any mercy. Ryan's body was pushed abruptly, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the floor in the hallway.

 

From beginning to end, Ryan didn't resist at all, just feeling bewildered and indifferent to whatever the girl did. Oh, what could Ryan achieve with a mind not yet recovered? Therefore, he had to accept the cruel fate imposed on him. His body was so limp that the girl easily dragged his taller figure. Even outside the door, Ryan still hadn't regained his senses.

 

Before closing the door, the girl couldn't help teasing Ryan to further provoke him.

 

"Last night was truly a memorable night. You were amazing! Not many can make me climax multiple times like that."

 

With a seductive gesture, the girl winked mischievously, followed by an air kiss and ending with a smile that couldn't be more cunning. Not stopping there, the girl bluntly threw some bills in Ryan's face, as if to affirm her claim: Ryan was a gigolo who helped her find pleasure last night.

Ryan's anger made his face redder than ever before, but before he could speak out in protest or take any other action, a third person appeared.

"Apologies, sir," the hotel staff's voice rang out, drawing the attention of both Ryan and the girl. "Here are your clothes, sir."

Upon hearing this, Ryan turned to face the newcomer. Before he could act, the girl in the room quickly snatched Ryan's clothes from the hands of the serving staff.

"What are you doing? Give me back my clothes!" Ryan reached out, trying to snatch his clothes back from the girl, but she deftly dodged. A smug smile spread across the girl's lips, leaving Ryan feeling uneasy.

"Are you trying to defy me? Return my clothes, or I will."

Ignoring Ryan's unfinished sentence, the girl cut in decisively.

"Someone like you doesn't deserve to wear decent clothes. Goodbye, and don't expect to see me again. Bye bye!"

 

The door slammed shut before Ryan could fully awaken from the nightmare. He stood there, still in shock and confusion, his anger raging inside him.

 

Heaven and earth! For the first time, Ryan encountered such a damned, humiliating situation, being humiliated without mercy by a girl who acted as if he were a gigolo, paying him off and driving him away like she did just now.

 

A gigolo? Who? Ryan? It was utterly unacceptable.

 

"Open the door right now!" Setting aside his image, Ryan pounded on the door, shouting incessantly. "Get out here! Damn it! Who does she think she is to dare to offend me?"

 

After banging and kicking, he caused a loud commotion in the hallway. A staff member had to remind Ryan to keep quiet.

 

"Please keep it down, sir; you're disturbing other guests."

 

Ryan looked around and saw several people standing outside their room, looking at him with embarrassment, some even taking out their phones to record and take pictures.

 

"I forgot my key inside the room," Ryan awkwardly explained his situation to the audience.

 

Faced with this embarrassing situation, Ryan didn't know what to do besides forcing a fake smile and posing naturally for the pictures. Of course, deep down, all he wanted was to disappear from this world as quickly as possible.

 

After explaining and behaving as if nothing significant had happened, other hotel guests returned to their rooms.

 

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?" The kind staff member asked, drawing Ryan's attention. "I can find you some clothes."

 

"Yes, please. Thank you." Ryan replied, nodding appreciatively at the kindness of the staff member.

 

Reluctantly agreeing, Ryan followed the staff member's directions to another room. He had no idea that his image was quickly spreading widely across social media, with many cool headlines like "The guy with the perfect body. He's too hot."

 

With the help of the staff member, Ryan managed to get a simple set of clothes to wear, and he also contacted his assistant to pick him up.

 

As he left the hotel, the incident still lingered in Ryan's mind. He vowed that this was the worst thing that had ever happened to him, and he wouldn't forget the humiliation of today. Ryan resolved to make the girl cry and beg for mercy, living worse than death. But life is unpredictable. Determination is one thing; whether it will actually happen as he wishes depends on fate.

 

Back in the room, after not sensing Ryan's presence outside, Ivy Green breathed a sigh of relief. Before returning to the closet, Ivy decisively threw Ryan's clothes into the trash bin in the bathroom.

 

Starting a new day couldn't have been worse for Ivy Green. Unnecessarily worrying about money causes chaos and trouble. The man she saved last night didn't deserve her help.