CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: JUNE EWING IS COMING, PUT IT BACK QUICKLY! (REVISED)

She pulled open the drawer, revealing four or five files with numerous colorful sticky notes inside.

However, the covers had no labels, making it hard to see what they were; she had to remember the order and take them out one by one to look through them.

When she reached the fifth file, she finally found the staff records.

But they were for the beauty salon, not the underground operations.

The beauty salon currently had 29 employees, five managers, three cleaners, and one legal advisor.

Sienna Monroe picked up the last folder.

The staff records inside were quite different from those on the beauty salon’s level.

The first three pages were for management personnel, and the other two seemed like teacher profiles, with their teaching experience noted in the introduction section.

One had eleven years, the other nine years.

However, there were no job titles written, only employment dates, with ages around thirty-six or thirty-seven.

The remaining girls numbered ten, with the oldest being 23 and the youngest 18. Each had a delicate and beautiful face, and notes of personality traits and personal strengths were written in the remarks column for each.

These must be the people from the training classes.

Further down were records of 14 boys, all over 180 cm tall, each notably handsome and elegant, with the oldest being 25 and the youngest 19.

In their introduction columns, their personalities, specialties, the number of abs, and special skills were listed, with the last column being remarks filled with numbers.

Ranging from three to seven.

Sienna stared at it, stunned, suddenly a bold idea popped into her mind.

Could this be... how many times in a night?

Then it would completely make sense as a selection list for the wealthy ladies.

She was quite curious about where exactly June Ewing found these people.

Going further, there were several documents stamped with the words "Out of Business," likely those who had been kept as concubines, the operation logs marked with terms like three times, twice, four times, etc.

Additionally, there were a series of numbers written in water-based pen.

One hundred sixty thousand.

Two hundred twenty thousand.

Nineteen thousand.

This was probably the fee the wealthy ladies paid to June Ewing for keeping them.

To put it bluntly, it was like the old days when men redeemed the freedom of courtesans.

Sienna frowned slightly but didn’t delay. After browsing, she quickly took a few photos with her phone, but just as she captured the third boy’s picture, a text message popped up on the screen.

[June Ewing is coming over, put it back quickly!]

Sienna’s heart skipped a beat, and her hand shook with the papers in them. She hurried to organize the files and documents in a panic, putting them back one by one in the order she took them out, then closed the drawer.

She pulled out the key and just slotted it back into the ornament when the beeping sound of a password being entered came from the door.

She was startled, hurriedly putting the ornament back in its place, and dashed in three large strides to the sofa. Just as June Ewing pushed the door open, she sat down, not even having time to turn on the screen of the phone in her hand.

"Mom, are things downstairs settled?"

She pocketed her phone smoothly, forcing herself to suppress the tension and panic in her chest, displaying a dignified and gentle smile.

June Ewing nodded with a smile, "The guests are almost here, and the rest can be left to Clara Shaw to handle. Why didn’t anyone bring you a drink? It’s really busy to the point of distraction."

"It’s fine, Mom, I’m not an outsider, besides being a shareholder of the beauty salon, it’s okay if I didn’t help out today. I don’t have a thick enough skin to have someone specifically bringing me tea and water."

June Ewing chided her with a glance, "So what? You’re my daughter-in-law, it’s only right for them to serve you."

As she talked, Sienna’s mood gradually calmed down.

After having lunch with her and several other beauty salon shareholders, the driver took them to the art gallery.

Vivian Nash was in a low mood today, probably not sleeping well the previous night. Besides the candlelight dinner and movie plan being intercepted by Sienna Monroe, even the messages and calls she sent to Caleb Sinclair afterward received no response.

That made her somewhat restless.

She had a nagging sense of foreboding.

But she couldn’t openly seek him out without a legitimate reason.

Returning from lunch outside, she happened to run into Sienna; they exchanged glances, and she had to force out a smile to greet her, "Sienna, you’re here. Didn’t have a fight with Caleb last night, did you?"

"We did,"

"What?" Vivian’s face was full of concern and sadness. "I really just ran into Caleb by chance yesterday; there’s no need for you to fight with him because of me. We’ve known each other for so many years; don’t you trust me even a bit?"