Uncle Kelvin, I'm Your Nephew's Girlfriend

Julie broke away from Catherine, wiping the side of her eyes. She neither answered nor said anything. Only a bitter smile curved on her lips as she looked down.

Catherine didn't bother digging deeper and just gently tapped her on her shoulders.

"Alright. I've got a lot of work to do. After all, you didn't come by just to cry," she said, and Julie passed it off with a weak laugh.

Catherine then walked over to her shelf and looked around her display of expensive alcohol.

"You must be in luck tonight, little snow white. Your visit was timely. We currently have guests in that room, and though they're steps below Mr. William's league, they weren't half bad."

"I guess the heavens hadn't abandoned me yet," Julie said incredulously.

"You bet. Well, I guess this would suffice." Catherine picked out a bottle and showed it to Julie.

"Those bastards wouldn't be able to say no to you with this one," she said and smiled at her.

"I owe you one, Catherine."

Julie's heart swelled from the kindness this woman had always shown her.

"Don't sweat it. It's on the house. Stay here, and I'll go and fish you a good patron right away." Catherine winked and then left Julie alone in her office.

Julie relaxed on a couch, feeling at ease knowing Catherine would surely strike her a good deal. But the relief was only momentary when she grew nervous as time passed.

The clock on the wall had ticked ten-thirty, but there weren't any signs of Catherine returning yet. Julie started to think that scoring work and money might be impossible for her tonight.

She stood cradling her head and was about to message Catherine and tell her that she was leaving when the devil suddenly barged back in. And as soon as the door creaked open, Julie heard her cussing like thunder.

"Those jackasses! They're so hard to please these days! They kept on yapping about pure and naive girls! Are their brains ornamental? Would a girl like that even work here?! Bunch of dumb asshats!"

Julie stood there in shock throughout her ordeal. Someone must have pissed Catherine off. The woman just couldn't stop swearing.

"These are too slutty. These are fake virgins. Well, why don't you go to the fucking Buckingham Palace and snag yourself a princess, prince Charming?" Catherine spat, burning with sarcasm.

Julie didn't even have the time to calm her down. Catherine immediately dragged her into the dressing room before she could react. As they went in, Catherine rallied the other girls to help her get dressed.

The girls dolled Julie up and put her on a sailor-style school uniform. A white shirt with striped lapels, a pleated navy skirt with knee-high white socks, and a pair of square-toed black brogues. She looked just like a schoolgirl.

'Did they say pure and naive?' Julie thought, almost laughing at this ridiculousness.

After putting on lipstick and fixing her hair, Catherine dragged her into the lounge she had talked about earlier.

The lounge was illuminated mainly by dim lights and was full of men in suits, but those elegant clothes couldn't hide the ugliness rotting in their minds. They looked at her like wolves when she entered, and their gazes followed along as she and Catherine went further inside their den.

Catherine smiled at those men and pushed Julie towards a man in his thirties standing at their center, puffing a cigar.

"Mr. Thompson, this is Julie. She's a college student who had to take part-time jobs because of a few difficulties at home. She wasn't a professional," she said, pitching Julie out.

Julie glanced at Richard Thompson. He looked fairly attractive and refined, which gave Julie the impression that he must be much gentler than Kelvin.

'At least He didn't look like a pervert.' Julie sighed in her heart.

Richard looked at Julie's pink cheeks and her cute body. His facial expression softened upon seeing something he liked, and he asked, "What's your name? How old are you?"

Seeing the smile on Richard's face, Catherine felt relieved and quietly left the lounge.

"Twenty-one," Julie flatly answered.

"You don't look like a twenty-one-year-old. It seems like you're the same age as my daughter." Someone commented and smiled.

"What are you saying? You animal!" Another cracked out.

Richard also smiled and fiddled with Julie's hair. "Ignore them," he said and continued to ask, "Where are you studying?"

Julie answered his question and the questions after that. Richard's scrutinizing gaze changed to interest with each answer she gave.

Richard put off his cigar and slid his hand around her waist for a cuddle. "Have you ever been in love?" he hoarsely asked, laced with suggestive intentions.

Julie tensed up. Her body shuddered nervously upon their sudden close contact, arousing the men around her with this reaction.

Richard ran his fingertips across Julie's face. The softness of her skin flicked something inside him.

'This girl's skin was tender,' he thought.

Julie clutched her clothes with one hand and felt her heart beating like a drum.

Suddenly, the lounge's door burst open, and a sturdy shadow of a man entered, slowly approaching them. The drumming in her heart ended with a loud bang as the man's face gradually became more apparent.

Richard drew his hand off her and welcomed their guest with a smile, "Kelvin, what brought you here?"

Julie froze as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Kelvin broke up with her only yesterday, and now she was here. Somehow, she felt scared to death.

Kelvin didn't answer Richard's question and flopped down on the seat next to him.

Julie shrunk to the corner, letting her hair cover most of her face. Betting on sheer luck that Kelvin wouldn't recognize her. After all, didn't Catherine say she was lucky tonight?

Richard chatted with Kelvin for a while, though Kelvin didn't seem to respond enthusiastically to any topic. However, he noticed Kelvin's interest in the girl beside him was sky-high.

Richard looked at Julie and smiled. "Julie's pretty young, and she's probably shy," he noted, wrapping one arm around her shoulders.

Julie still kept her head down and didn't dare to look Kelvin in the eyes. But that somehow tugged a little on Richard's dark side. Well, of course. Why wouldn't he have that kind of side? No refined gentleman would attend these shady meetings after all.

His voice went cold as he asked, "What's the matter? Don't you know how to say hello to Mr. Williams?"

Julie had no choice but to raise her head. She looked pale as a ghost. And with a shaky voice, she whispered, "M...Mr. Williams."

Kelvin's lips slightly arched, forming a stiff smile on his face while his hands fiddled with a copper lighter.

An ominous silence broke over them, and it started to confuse everyone in the lounge. Moments later, Kelvin closed the lighter and pinned his gaze on Julie.

"What did you call me?"