Young Marshal's Seventh Bride

Chapter 3: Shanghai Nights

On the second day of the wedding, Olivia had her return of a bride to her mother’s home. When she returned to the family in the car of her husband, she clearly saw the neighbors were pointing and gesticulating at her. She knew that they were all shocked that she was still alive after the first wedding night.

Olivia didn't know what happened to the six brides who died of Sean Brown before, but she was sure that he was not the one who would torture his wife.

There must be some misunderstandings. From the car, Olivia went straight to her father’s bedroom.

The once splendid Tyler family had long been a lonely place. All the valuable things in the house had been withdrew by the bank. There was only one servant who was Olivia's babysitter. At this time. she carefully took care of Olivia's father who was in a coma.

“Zhang Ma.” Olivia went into the house and asked anxiously. "How is my father?”

“Miss!” Looking at Olivia's alive and went back, Zhang Ma smiled, but when she listened to her asking about the situation of Olivia's father, and she couldn't help but shed tears. "Master...I'm afraid that he will not be able to..."

"What!" Olivia's face was white at an instant. "How could it be! Didn't I have already sent one thousand dollars over yesterday?"

“One thousand dollars have indeed been sent, and I have also found a doctor." Zhang Ma wiped her tears. "But the Western doctor said that the situation of the master has deteriorated. It is necessary to need more expensive medicines from the West. It may be not enough for one thousand dollars. You need to more another five hundred dollars."

Olivia almost can't hold herself and her face was pale. They need more five hundred dollars... This thousand dollars came from that she sold herself. And now, where could she raise this extra five hundred dollars?

Although his heart was confused, Clivia still forced herself to calm down and comfort Zhang Ma: "Zhang Ma, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to raise money. Please tell the Western doctor, first important thing is to help my father to hold the situation.”

After carefully enjoining Zhang Ma, Olivia went to see the father who was in a coma, and then she left the Tyler family's house reluctantly. After leaving her home, Olivia did not return to her husband's house. She lingered again and again, she still let the driver go back first, and she came to Shanghai Nights by a rickshaw.

Shanghai Nights, was the largest dance hall in the entire Shanghai city, was the money-squandering den for the celebrities’ son and daughter of the entire Shanghai city.

"Do you want to come here to sing?" The general manager of Shanghai Nights feard Olivia's explanation; showing some strange expressions, looking her up and down. "Have you sang before?" Content belangs to -RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

“No.” Her face was pale and white, and shook her head. “But I sing well, if hired me. you won't suffer lose." Yes, in order to raise the remaining five million dollars for her father, Olivia decided to sing in Shanghai Nights.

She had heard before that the Shanghai Nights’ female singers and female dancers had a very high salary. Although it was not a good job, it was the only way Olivia could think of.

The general manager looked at Olivia up and down.

It seemed hat the girl in front of him

was really-good- looking, and the

extravagance of the gesture from

her was even more rare. He thought

thatshe must come from thé rich

farnily who had fallen.

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"Okay." The general manager had seen countless people, and naturally he knew the value of Olivia. "Then I will let you sing. Do you want to sing in the hall, or sing in a small box?"

Shanghai Nights’ female singers and dancers were divided into two categories, one was to sing in the hall, and the other was to sing to the special guests in the box.

Olivia did not hesitate to choose the box. Although she can give anything for her father, she still didn't want to show her face in public and kept a low profile. After the manager knew the situation, he let Olivia go to make up and change the clothes and prepare to go to the box on the top floor to sing. After half an hour. In front of the door of the box. Olivia looked at her clothes and she was hesitating.

Although she was wearing a cheongsam, it was indeed an extremely bold cheongsam. The split of the skirt was almost open to the base of the thigh and the fabric of the neckline was translucent.

She barely wore such cloth to see people, but when she thought of her dying father. She still forced herself to walk into the box.

‘Gentlemen; good evening. “When she entered the door, she forced. > herselfto show a bright smile and reported her new name that the CY . . : manager had just given her.“ am ortele, I am just coming today..."

Olivia tried to introduce herself with a smile, but when she saw the man in the middle of the box with no expression, her words stopped abruptly, and her face became pale in an instant.