Her Last Breath, His First Regret

Synopsis

Six years had passed since I was kicked out of my family. I ran into my brother, Philip Moore, who was throwing a birthday party for my adopted sister, Dakota Moore. I was just going to set down the champagne and head out. But someone deliberately stuck out their foot and tripped me. The champagne went everywhere. The man's eyes lingered on my waist as he spoke, "Is this how you do your job? Do you even know how much this glass costs? "You're just a lowly server, but you've got a pretty nice body. We're feeling generous tonight. Take off a piece of clothing, and we'll knock ten grand off the price." As soon as he finished talking, I took off my coat without a second thought. Philip's expression turned icy. "Is this what you've become after leaving the family?" I didn't show any emotion. I spoke in a flat tone, "If I take off a few more things, will you pay me extra?" After all, just another 7,000 dollars, and I could finally afford a new heart before this one gave out.