Bailey was led into the office area where the Fight Club's management was located by Heidi.

Carl was sitting on the sofa with a remote control in his hand, and there was a live broadcast of the fight arena on TV. Seeing Bailey come in, Carl pressed the remote control and turned off the TV.

"Come and sit down." He pointed to a seat beside him.

"I'll just stand here." Bailey saw that all the top executives of the Fierce Fight Club were standing aside with a smile, and after considering his identity, he decided that standing would be more appropriate.

It's up to you. Carl didn't force her.

"Today's game was good and wonderful." Carl pointed to the envelope on the coffee table. "You deserve the reward."

"Mr. Carl, you've already prepaid me three hundred thousand dollars. I can't take this bonus." Bailey's refusal caused a commotion, and the top brass of the Fierce Fight Club looked at Carl in astonishment.

What exactly is the relationship between this woman and Boss Carl? The boss gave her an advance of three hundred thousand. And they knew exactly how Steel lost the game.

Carl chuckled, "you've already made a lot of money for the club and for me personally, far more than that 300,000."

Not to mention anything else, the one million that Carl bet in his personal name has multiplied many times over.

"So you can pay back the advance money slowly. Today is your first victory. For a good omen, you'd better keep the cash. We are going to work together for a long time, not just for a moment." Carl shows the generosity and boldness of a man.

When Bailey heard Carl say this, he was now politely declining as if he were not giving him face. Reaching out to bring the envelope.

But when she pinched it with her hand, she felt something was wrong. When she opened the envelope, it turned out that it was not three thousand yuan but five thousand yuan in cash.

She raised her head and looked at Carl in astonishment.

"You performed well, so the boss gave you a little bonus at his discretion." Carl said indifferently.

At that moment, the puppet boss stepped forward and nodded, indicating that what his boss said was not wrong at all.

Whether the game was dangerous or not, no matter how the steel block lost, the five thousand yuan in cash was so real and weighty. Bailey was immediately filled with excitement. If things went on like this, he would soon be able to settle the three hundred thousand accounts.

When Bailey got home, Tessa was still awake, and she saw her daughter's excited look, which was strange. She was going to give an evening class to a student, not a party. Why was she so happy?

Bailey, of course, wouldn't tell her mother the truth. She made an excuse to take a bath, grabbed a towel and went into the shower.

When she took off all her clothes and saw her body in the bathroom mirror, Bailey couldn't help but let out a soft cry. The bruises, purple and blue, that appeared on her fair, snow-white skin were so shocking.

Just now, she was so excited that she didn't notice the physical reaction. Now that she had calmed down, she felt her body aching terribly. The unintentional bumps and bruises during the game just now are all presented in this way.

There are many bruises on her arms and legs. If Tessa had seen them just now, she would probably have been unable to hide everything.

After the bath, Bailey was relieved by a large part of her body fatigue and carefully walked out of the bathroom, deliberately choosing a pair of long pants and long-sleeved pajamas to put on.

I checked my phone and found several missed calls, all from Henry.

Bailey thought for a moment, fearing that she might have made a slip of the tongue, so she didn't call him back. She simply sent a text message saying that she was looking after her mother and didn't hear the call.

Less than a minute later, a text message came back, saying that if the commission had a break tomorrow, they would come out to meet.

Bailey thought it was fine. If he saw Alvin tomorrow, he could return the 300,000 to him. Anyway, he was able to earn money now.

Because of the tension and intensity of the competition, Bailey was exhausted, so she slept very soundly that night and didn't get out of bed until after ten o 'clock the next day.

After having a quick bite of food, Bailey made an excuse to pay the utility bill and said goodbye to her mother and left home.

She turned two intersections and saw Alvin's car already parked there.

"Alvin, I'll go to the bank first and then meet Henry." Bailey pinched the check in his pocket.

Without much thought, Alvin sent her to the bank as Bailey had suggested. It was not until he saw Bailey come out of the bank gate carrying a large paper bag and then pour out thirty stacks of thick banknotes from it that Alvin realized Bailey had withdrawn money to return to him.

Alvin, of course, couldn't accept it. This was arranged for him by Henry, and if Bailey insisted on paying back the money, just give it back to Henry.

"You and the young master have already registered your marriage. Is it necessary to pay back this money?" Alvin was quite puzzled.

"Of course I have to pay it back. I'm poor, but I can't be short of breath."

Alvin and Henry, of course, won't say anything if they don't pay the money themselves. But Bailey was furious at the thought of Harold's haughty way of speaking to him that day. If the money was not paid back, then Harold would have more grounds to look down on her.

One can be without money, but not without self-esteem. If you look down on yourself, will you blame others for looking down on you?

"Alvin, if you don't take this money, I'll have no face to see you again." Bailey made a gesture to get off.

Alvin had no choice but to reluctantly nod in agreement.

In fact, Miss Bailey, you are indeed too distant. My little business is profitable, but a large part of the credit goes to the young master." Alvin is a very low-key person. A conglomerate with assets worth tens of billions has become a small business in his mouth.

Bailey knew, of course, that Alvin treated Henry like his own son, like a blind cat hugging a bald baby, and that others would praise him. The few tiny specks of Henry, when seen by Alvin, are as shocking as an atomic bomb explosion.

So she didn't believe Alvin's words at all.

"I mean it." Alvin chuckled helplessly.

Henry has a deep expertise in weapons manufacturing, and the Sky Patrol is the fighter jet he led the development of. Many technical challenges were overcome by him and his design team one by one.

In the civilian sector, Henry also got a few patented technologies under Alvin's name, and it was precisely because of these unique patented technologies that Alvin's enterprise products were able to be highly profitable and sell well without any problem.

Is Henry really that powerful? Bailey was a little incredulous.