The Seven Sisters and Their Hidden King-Chapter 189 - Empire Club
Chapter 189 - 189 - Empire Club
Regarding the girl who jumped off the building...
In an effort to prevent unnecessary chaos, the school quickly issued a statement claiming that the girl did not jump intentionally. According to their report, she had fallen accidentally while on the fifth floor. They also warned students not to be reckless in the hallways, promising punishments for anyone caught doing so.
Meanwhile, Emily had spent over an hour piecing together the full story behind the tragic incident.
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The girl in question, Rosa, came from a modest background. Since enrolling in college, she had been working part-time to support herself. However, three months ago, her father was diagnosed with acute renal failure. Despite undergoing treatment, his condition worsened, eventually turning into chronic renal failure, which was far more complicated to manage.
The hospital advised that her father urgently needed a kidney transplant, warning that the procedure would cost approximately 500,000, including the cost of the donor kidney. For someone like Rosa, with no financial resources, this was an insurmountable sum. The pressure mounted when the hospital gave them only three days to come up with the money, threatening to prioritize other patients if they failed to pay.
Rosa knew how serious the situation was; without this opportunity, there was no telling when they would find another suitable donor. But the prospect of raising such a large amount of money in a short time seemed impossible.
At her lowest point, a person she knew through her part-time job told her that there was a way to secure the money—though it came with a heavy price.
Desperate, Rosa agreed to what she knew was a terrible sacrifice. She was introduced to Bentley, the boss of the Empire Club, who promised her the money if she complied. Unfortunately, after he slept with her, Bentley showed his true colors. He secretly filmed the encounter and threatened to release the video if she ever tried to cause trouble.
Rosa, humiliated and ashamed, didn't know how to face her parents or anyone else. After wandering the campus in a daze, she couldn't bear it any longer and made the tragic decision to take her own life.
When Emily learned of Rosa's story, she was both furious and heartbroken. "That bastard, Bentley, is the one who should be blamed," Emily said, her voice laced with anger. "You shouldn't have to suffer for what he did."
She placed a comforting hand on Rosa's shoulder. "Think of your father and your mother. What would they do without you? Don't give up now."
Rosa broke into tears, unable to bear the weight of her emotions. Emily patiently comforted her until the storm of despair began to subside.
"Rosa," Emily continued softly, "Don't worry about your father's condition. I'll help you. And Bentley? He'll get what's coming to him."
Later that night, at the Empire Club...
Bentley, a man with a scar on his face, sat on a leather sofa, puffing on a cigar. A lean man stood beside him, smiling with sycophantic enthusiasm. "Boss, what did you think of the girl we brought in tonight?"
Bentley exhaled a cloud of smoke, grinning. "She's good. A virgin. We need more girls like her—naive and easily manipulated."
His accomplice nodded eagerly. "There are plenty of girls like that at Providence University. I can get you more."
Bentley waved a hand dismissively. "Take it easy. At this rate, my body won't be able to keep up if we do this too often."
"Don't worry, Boss, you're fine!" The other man chuckled, flattering him.
Before the conversation could continue, the club manager rushed in, drenched in sweat. "Boss, you need to come out quickly. There's trouble!"
Bentley jumped to his feet, his mood souring immediately. "Who dares to make trouble in my club? I'll teach them a lesson!"
With his thin companion in tow, Bentley stormed out of the VIP room and into the chaotic scene outside. The club was in disarray—tables, chairs, cups, and plates were scattered everywhere, and his bodyguards lay on the ground, groaning in pain.
At the center of the chaos stood a young man: John.
John had learned the truth about Rosa's situation from Emily and, feeling a deep sense of justice, decided to confront Bentley that very night. He wasn't going to let this go.
When Bentley saw John, a look of recognition flickered in his eyes. He had seen this young man before—he was the same one who had kicked him in the head that night.
Bentley's rage grew as he approached John. "You! You're the one who kicked me last time! You're really pushing your luck coming here again. You think I won't kill you?" he spat, his voice dripping with malice.
John looked at him coolly, unbothered by Bentley's anger. "You're Bentley, right? I'll give you three seconds. Get down here and kneel to apologize to me."
Bentley's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're really a reckless brat. I haven't even dealt with what you did to me last time, and now you're asking for trouble again?!" His voice dripped with venom. "Tonight, you won't be leaving this place alive."
