Still Loving You Nonetheless

Chapter 17

In the private room was a group of over ten people. The men and women were all dressed up in expensive suits and dresses.

Something caught Meredith's eyes as soon as she entered the room. One of the men had one of his hands grabbing onto a lady's chin and with another hand, he was stroking her face. Chuckling, he teased, "My dear, why are you crying when a handsome lad like me wants to have some fun with you?"

Meredith took another look at the lady kneeling on the floor to find out that it was Zya.

At the sight of Meredith, Zya started sobbing and asked for help, "Merelyn, help me." At the mention of Merelyn's name, a gorgeous-looking woman in a red dress was slightly startled. She then glanced toward someone who was sitting at the most corner of the room.

There sat a good-looking man who was enjoying a glass of wine. And the man was Josiah Shelby. The woman thought to herself that things would get interesting soon. After working for quite some time in the club, Meredith had learned a thing or two when it came to dealing with these men. Meredith would not have interfered if it was not for Zya. Zya was her roommate and she was also her only friend here in the club.

Pulling into a grin, Meredith asked the sleazy-looking man, "What's wrong? Why is our handsome guest getting all worked up?"

The sleazy-looking man replied, "Your friend here spilled drinks all over me so I told her I would forgive her if she kissed me for one minute. But she doesn't want to, well..." Squinting his eyes, the man scanned Meredith from head to toe and continued, "Well, what do you think I should do?"

Meredith had her face covered with a butterfly-shaped mask to cover the scar on her face and she was dressed in her performing outfit. Hence, her outfit had somehow accentuated her elegance. Meredith unconsciously took a few steps backward. Trying to hide her disgust for the man, she replied politely, "Sir, you might not be fully aware of the rules here but Zya is just a waitress. If you wish, we have other girls that are much prettier than Zya for you to choose from."

"Hmm, you've got a point. Since Zya is off-limits and I think that you're not bad yourself, why don't...you replace her instead?" The sleazy-looking man said as he reached out his hand to remove Meredith's mask.

Meredith avoided his hands and said, "Sir, I'm worried that you'd be unpleasantly surprised by my hideous looks."

The more that Meredith avoided, the more the sleazy-looking man got excited as he added, " But I like ugly girls." "I must say Mister Leon has a good eye for pretty things. That girl right there? She's the prettiest lady in Jehovah City, Miss Leighton," A woman who was enjoying the 'show' said in a mocking manner.

"What did you say? She's Miss Leighton? Which Leighton?"

"It can't possibly be Meredith Leighton right?" Everyone in the room was both shocked and surprised at the mention of the name and started studying Meredith carefully. Especially Josiah who was sitting in a corner, not paying attention to what was going on earlier in the room. His hand that was holding the glass wine froze mid-air as something flashed across his eyes. Very quickly, however, the expression on his face darkened.

He recognized the woman with the mask right away. It was Meredith Leighton. Was it really her?

The woman who had made him spend three months turning over the entire city just to find her was now standing in front of him well and alive.

That year, he had even spent a huge sum of money on hiring professionals to find her and had even put up missing person notices all over the town. But it was as if Meredith had disappeared in thin air where her body was never found.

So she did not disappear but instead had hidden secretly. So it was part of her plan to escape when she set the fire and jump off the cliff?

Josiah suddenly hated how he had spent so much effort in trying to find her. 'Meredith Leighton! You have the nerves to stay alive?!' Josiah thought to himself. Josiah had his eyes glued on Meredith as he tightened the grip of his hand around the glass wine to the point that the glass might break soon.