Chapter: 1291

She had lost count of how many men had tried to engage her. This time, a young man who seemed like a college student wandered over with a hopeful grin. “Hey, are you here by yourself?"

Bethany looked up at him, her voice thick with drink. “Can I use your phone?"

"Yeah, sure!"

"Thank you." She pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her bag and handed it to him. "Here's for the call. Thanks."

It was the first time the man had encountered anything like this. He grinned, intrigued by the unusual situation.