I've Been There Before

On the second day
When Grace arrived at the Royal Club, she found something strange. Two or three people were gathering together and talking in
whispers while pointing at her.
Grace was not really bothered. Maybe it was because that she, a cleaner, was abruptly promoted to the P.R. Department that
had shocked them.
But the thing happened in the lounge of the P.R. Department later reminded her that she had been too naive to think so.
“Hahaha, here comes the dog.” The unexpected taunt made Grace's face bloodless. She recognized that the one who was
pointing at her and insulting her as a dog was Luna, the hostess of Room 606.
“Luna, lower your voice. We're not blind, and we can see a female dog just came in.”
Luna was amused, “Qh, is a pity that you didn't see it by yourself. When Young Master .Joyce Lance ordered her to crawl on her
knees to pick up the notes, this woman, with a clown costume and a thick make-up, simply followed the order and crawled on the
ground. Young Master .Joyce Lance ordered her to wag her tail, and she also complied. Real talk, I was bug-eyed in shock.”

Grace felt as if all her blood had frozen.
She blinked her eyes in confusion. Who had turned off the light? Why did she feel it so dark in the room?... But in the eyes of
others, Grace was standing there motionlessly with terror written all over her face.
But what they didn't know was that, Grace was indeed frightened by the sudden loss of her eyesight.
Although she temporarily lost her eyesight, her hearing was sharper than ever and she could hear clearly all the teasing and
taunt of those hostesses and models.
That was why, for a second, she had a though of “I wish I could die now.” But at the next second, Leonas face, which was always
filled with hope for future, appeared in her mind again.
No way... How could she die now?
She should live her life for the girl who died for her.
Then she gradually saw specks of light and regained her eyesight. Like a lifeless doll which would never get mad, Grace ignored
the gossips and all kinds of wordy humiliations from the people around, seeming not bothered to refute them.
Luna felt annoyed when seeing Grace acting like this. She stepped forward and pushed Grace, “What are you pretending for?
Don't act like a saint when you're just a bitch! I didn't see your arrogance and dignity when you swing your hips to entertain the

guests!” Luna felt that it was not enough with these words and kicked Grace hard.
Originally, Grace's legs were problematic; so naturally, there was no way she could withstand a kick from Lunas stiletto. Then
with a loud sound, Grace struck the ground heavily.
“Luna, you should be gentler. How could you kick her onto the ground?” One of the onlookers began to condemn Luna. lt was
fine to humiliate Grace verbally, but beating her had gone too far.
Luna refuted defensively, “I didn't use too much power! How could I know that she's so weak?” As she was speaking, she let out
at Grace again, as if she was kicking a piece of trash, “Isn't it enough? Stand up. lt worf work even if you keep pretending. Even
if you want to pretend to be weak to win their sympathy, there's a prerequisite - you should have a good appearance.”
Unsatisfied, Luna turned around and grinned evilly at the girls, “Oh, did I kick her onto the ground just now? Why did I have no
idea about it? Eek, didn't I kick a dog just now?”
“Hahaha... Correct. Luna is not the kind of person who would kick people. She kicked a dog just now.”
“Come on, bark like a dog.”
“I got a good idea. What about you crawl on the ground and wag your tail like you did in the private room yesterday? lf we are
pleased, we would also reward you."
The jeers and taunts lingered in the room. Yet Grace ignored them and quietly propped herself up from the ground.

“What are you doing here? Dorrit you have to work?” The door was suddenly opened. Gloria hadn't expected that she would see
such kind of a scene when she opened the door. Obviously, Grace .James, that silly girl, was bullied. Gloria was so furious that
her expression tuned hard. She glared at the girls, “Why are you gathering here? Come back to work”
The girls in the room had been so rampant just now, but upon hearing Glorias words, they rushed out of the room with their
heads lowered.
They all knew that Gloria was ruthless. Although they hadrít experienced it by themselves, they had heard about it, and none of
them wanted to be punished by Gloria.
“Are you stupid? They were bullying you, but why didn't you fight back?” Gloria was still angry as she ran to Grace and helped
her stand up.
Gloria just couldn't bear to see Grace being bullied. She had found out the secret of Grace's kidney, and watched this silly
woman being fooled by those dudes yet not complaining about anything or shedding a tear. From the moment when this woman
gave her stacks of notes without any reluctance, Gloria felt that she could not help herself to show more kindness to that silly
woman named “Grace .James''.
lt was just that... Grace resembled her past very much.
“Gloria, is there work for me?”
Gloria was stunned. When she looked at the woman before her, the anger in her heart crumbled to dust. She heaved a sigh
helplessly, “Have a good rest first. You look not good today.”

“I'm good.”
'tucking good”
Gloria nearly swore out loud.
But she indeed uttered, “There's still no work for you. How could there always work for every girl every day?”
“All right, then I will wait here.” said Grace, “Gloria, tell me as soon as there is work for me. Although I don't have a good
appearance or an S-shape figure, I'm willing to do anything no matter how dirty or onerous it would be. l can do those that others
are not willing to do to entertain our guests. I just have a request - please don't ask me to drink alcohol.” As a matter of fact,
Grace had never thought of selling her bacon. In her opinion, no one would interest at her current appearance.
“Gr... All right, is at your will.” Gloria shook her head and walked out of the P.R. Department.
She didn't plan to arrange tasks to Grace today.
But Gloria hadn't expected that...
As Grace walked out of the washroom on the third floor, she was dragged into a private room.

“Tsk, Mr. Zavier, this is Grace .James. l'ye mentioned about her before.”
lt was Queena who was speaking to a middle-aged man with bulging belly on the sofa while smiling coquettishly at him. Grace
recognized that
Queena was the model who was kissing passionately with Franklin at the stairwell when she ran into them.
“Grace, come over here. Mr. Zavier said that he wanted to treat you a drink.”
Grace shook her head, “I'm allergic to alcohol.”
Queena suddenly pulled a long face, “Grace, how dare you to turn down Mr. Zavier? Are you despising him?”
Grace stole a glance at Mr. Zavier and as expected, she saw his gloomy expression.
She had no choice but to explain it, “Mr. Zavier, m really allergic to alcohol. And I even died of ít once. What if... I drink the wine
and then get allergic. lm afraid that it will trouble you. That would be such a shame.”
Mr. Zavier was still unsatisfied with the explanation. Although he didrït Grace her to drink alcohol, he didn't plan to let her off
easily.

“Then what can you do?”
Queena interrupted Grace, “Mr. Zavier, what about asking her to sing songs? To think singing songs with her horse voice, that
must be interesting!”
Grace voice cords were ruined when she was in jail and therefore she had a hoarse voice which was unpleasant to ears now.
Usually, she didn't like to speak; even if she had to speak, she would speak a low voice deliberately.
“Her voice sounds awful. Will the songs pleasant to our ears?”
“Mr. Zavier~” Queen sat on Mr. Zavier's lap and began to play coquetry, “Mr. Zavier, is easy for us to hear melodious songs. But
it's rare to hear a terrible singing. lt must be very interesting. Let's have her sing one song after another. lf you don't like her
singing, then we can just plug our ears.”
“She already sounds horrible, so why do you want her to sing?” asked Mr. Zavier.
“Its precisely because she sounds horrible that l want to see if it would be more horrible if her voice get hoarser." As Queena was
speaking, she leaned onto Mr. Zaviers arms, “Come on, Mr. Zavier. Please... Please...'