Her Heart’s Not Yours Anymore

Kylie Cooper was Jonathan Sinclair's lover for three years. After they broke up, she became his executive assistant.

Jonathan treated her coldly and mocked her with sarcasm.

Kylie said, "You used me as a stand-in before. Now that she's back, please let me go."

However, Jonathan was confused. "A stand-in? I've only ever loved you..."

"Now that you're here, get to work. Change into your uniform and head straight to V8."

Kylie Cooper took the uniform from Lily Smith and turned toward the dressing room.

Lily sized her up as she walked away. It had been over three years since they last met, and the young woman had only become more enchanting with time.

What surprised Lily, though, was that Kylie was willing to return to this line of work.

This was a newly opened high-end club in the city of Jorundale. Kylie had taken a job here as a hostess, serving drinks and taking song requests in private rooms for the clients. The club catered to the city's elite—young, rich men who spent big. The tips they gave could be pretty substantial.

Kylie was short on cash, and this hostess job seemed like a decent part-time gig.

The club's uniform was daring and borderline revealing—tight, low-cut shirts paired with skirts that barely reached the tops of her thighs. One wrong move, and it was easy for everything underneath to show.

Looking at her own reflection in the mirror, Kylie felt a twinge of self-consciousness. She instinctively tugged the skirt down a bit, adjusting the loose strands of hair falling in front of her face. Then, she made her way to the V8 room.

V8 was the largest private room in the club. Kylie opened the door and was immediately hit by a mix of cigar smoke and expensive perfume—an atmosphere of wealth and desire.

It was Samuel Quinton's birthday celebration tonight, and his family was a prominent name in Jorundale. Naturally, the event was lavish, attended by high society figures and rising stars from the entertainment world.

Kylie silently crouched beside the guests, refilling drinks one by one.

She squatted slowly, one hand holding the bottle, the other instinctively pressing against her chest.

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open. The chatter in the room quieted. Samuel, the birthday boy, stood up from the sofa and walked to the door to greet the newcomer.

"Bro, you're finally here!" Samuel called.

"Had some work at the company," came the reply.

Kylie's hand trembled slightly as she poured. With her back to the door, she hadn't seen who had entered, but the voice was unmistakable.

"See? I didn't dare cut the cake until you got here," Samuel added, gesturing to a massive five-layer cake in the center of the room.

The man chuckled softly before walking in.

"It's Jonathan Sinclair. Mr. Sinclair has arrived," someone murmured.

The others quickly rose to their feet, giving Jonathan a respectful seat at the center of the room.

Even though it was Samuel's birthday,