"However," Melody added, "my little maid has a very high standard, not just any man will do, it depends on your capabilities. Whoever has the strength will win the beauty." With Melody’s words, the implication was those without money wouldn’t suit her, but with money, she’d be more than willing. The executives became emboldened. They promptly seized Serena’s delicate arm, pulling her to sit beside them. "Little beauty, come with me, don’t be just a maid anymore, serve me well, and you’ll live a life of luxury." "Come on, don’t deceive this little beauty. If your wife, the tigress, finds out you’re hiding a mistress, she’ll devour this little beauty. Little beauty, you’re better off with me." "Little beauty, you have such a good figure. With proper packaging, I can make you a big star. I’m a director and can tailor a movie just for you to ensure you become famous." These executives reached out, trying to touch Serena’s small hand. But Serena evaded in time, furrowing her brows. Her bright eyes flashed with a sharp and icy light, sweeping those executives with a piercing glance. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novᴇlfire.net The executives froze, unexpectedly taken aback by Serena’s gaze. When they thought about it, they found it laughable; how could they, men of wealth, power, and reputation, be intimidated by a mere maid? The atmosphere grew awkward. At this point, one executive suggested, "Little maid, since you’re here, why not join us for a game?" "What game?" Melody asked curiously. "Little maid, with such a good figure, why not entertain us with a pole dance?" The executives wanted Serena to perform a pole dance on stage. Serena didn’t move; she had no intention of dancing. "Gentlemen, it seems my little maid isn’t willing to dance. Here’s an idea, we shouldn’t force anyone too much, at least give her a choice: let my little maid choose one out of two." Melody suggested kindly. The executives exchanged a glance and thought of a fun game, "Alright then, if this little maid doesn’t want to do a pole dance, she has to... choose one of us to kiss, hahaha." Melody’s eyes lit up; she found the game interesting too. "But there are so many of you, choosing anyone might offend the others. Who should she pick?" "That’s easy, we’ll spin the bottle." One executive took out a beer bottle, clearly a seasoned player of such games, spinning it on the coffee table. Everyone held their breath, watching to see where the bottle would stop. Soon, the bottle came to a stop, pointing at someone, and that person was... Hayden Crawford! Hayden Crawford remained seated on the sofa, smoking a cigar. He hadn’t spoken a word the entire time, only quietly exhaling smoke. When the bottle pointed at him, his handsome face showed no change in emotion. He merely tapped the ash into the ashtray. Then he reclined his upright back into the soft sofa again, lifting his handsome eyelids slightly to look at Serena across from him. Everyone inhaled sharply; they never expected this unlucky draw to fall on Hayden Crawford. "It seems Mr. Crawford has a magnetic charm for women." "Let’s follow the game rules then, little maid, you’re lucky. Now you have two choices: either get on stage and do a pole dance or go kiss Mr. Crawford." "I bet the little maid will choose to kiss Mr. Crawford; it’s such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But whether Mr. Crawford will push you away is another matter." Serena was now given two choices. Under the current situation, if she didn’t comply, she wouldn’t be able to get away. Serena lifted her bright almond eyes to look at Hayden Crawford, who, through the lingering smoke, was also gazing at her with his deep, narrow eyes. Just moments ago, their disagreement had ended unpleasantly, and she had even given him a slap. Now his gaze was chillingly cold, devoid of warmth, with an air of superiority looking down at her. Serena withdrew her gaze and stood up, moving onto the stage. She had made her choice: she opted for the pole dance. The executives were astounded; they truly hadn’t expected Serena to not choose Hayden Crawford, the world’s wealthiest tycoon, right at her fingertips, and yet she failed to appreciate it. The executives watched Serena’s departing silhouette with inexplicable admiration; she was truly valiant! Hayden Crawford paused his cigar-smoking actions, his eyes dark like spilled ink, dangerous as an abyss; she didn’t choose him! She would rather do a pole dance than choose him! Melody had been holding her breath, not expecting Serena’s luck to strike, with the bottle landing on Hayden Crawford. Now that Serena chose the pole dance, Melody quickly linked arms with Hayden Crawford and laughed, "It seems my little maid prefers dancing." Then, a hot DJ beat started playing. Hayden Crawford lifted his eyelids to glance at the stage, where Serena’s soft white hand sensuously flipped her black hair back, beginning to move her hands and feet to dance. She started with a brief, intense dance routine as a warm-up, then grasped the pole with one small hand, her slender body elegantly leaping, twirling around the pole like a blooming enchantress, moving gracefully. The entire cabin exploded instantaneously, and the men stood up, whistling, and clapping bowls. "Little beauty, look over here!" "Little beauty, your feet in those high heels are gorgeous. Dare to let me kiss them?" "Little beauty, get into my bowl, name your price. I’m ready to squander everything tonight!"... The men shouted at Serena with excitement, overwhelmed by passion and hormones. Hayden Crawford stared at the sultry red figure on the stage. A trained dancer with a slender and flexible body, Serena knew how to move. During spins, her legs parted in a perfect split, her red skirt covering just above the knee, tantalizingly elusive, captivating countless men. Her figure was truly alluring, her heaving chest seemingly ready to burst through her dress. Her jet-black hair tucked behind her ear revealed a not traditionally pretty face, yet under the dazzling lights, she was vibrant and colorful, intending to mesmerize all men tonight. Already in a foul mood, Hayden Crawford’s handsome brow creased, exuding a chilling aura of dark malice.