Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Ever since David was imprisoned back in Janctera City, Jennifer had lost her

source of income. Her current life was extremely difficult. She often struggled to

have enough to eat and sometimes even resorted to begging on the streets.

Samuel had all but squandered the money Brad had given to Jennifer. After

spending every last cent, the Gentries were left penniless.

The girlfriend Samuel had been courting originally agreed to marry him once the

wedding gift was given. But they ultimately ended up breaking off the engagement

before the wedding could happen. Devastated, Samuel ran away from home in a

fit of anger and hadn't been heard from since.

Now in her 50s, Jennifer faced numerous rejections while trying to find work. No

one was willing to hire her. Left with no other choice, she became a streetwalker.

Every night, as the city lights began to flicker on, Jennifer would dress herself

flamboyantly. She'd then stand on street corners soliciting customers. From

teenagers as young as 13 to old men in their 70s, she accepted anyone willing to

pay.

Despite this, Jennifer hardly made any money, averaging only around a hundred

dollars every week or so. It was just enough to keep herself from starving but not

enough to afford even slightly nicer clothing.

That night, Jennifer was once again standing under a dim streetlamp. To attract

customers, she left her puffer jacket unzipped. A red sweater with a deep V-neck

that accentuated her chest was revealed.

Her midriff was exposed, showing a sliver of fair skin. She wore a black leather

skirt, black stockings, and red high heels to match.

Due to her sagging skin, Jennifer wore heavy makeup to cover the signs of aging.

Those who weren't very familiar with her would hardly recognize the woman she

now was.

"Jennifer!" Hearing her name being called, Jennifer instinctively looked around to

find the source. It took her a while, but she eventually spotted someone standing

across the street. It was a person in a long black trench coat with a baseball cap

atop his head.

"Hello, were you the one calling for me? How do you know my name?" Jennifer

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She assumed it was a previous

client, smiling warmly as she eagerly

walked over. "Not many people

know my name, so you must be a

regular customer. I haven't had any

business today. Tell you what, I'll

give you a 20% discount."

Initially, Jennifer believed this line of

work would be easy. But she quickly

realized that younger women were

more popular. As an older woman,

Jennifer rarely attracted customers.

On the few occasions when a

decent-looking client showed

interest, she often lost them to

younger, more attractive

streetwalkers.

This man-though his face was obscured-wore clothes that looked to be of high

quality. He definitely seemed to be from a wealthy family.

Before Jennifer could even touch him, the man avoided her grasp. "How could

you forget me?"

It was only then that Jennifer realized this person knew who she was. She

stopped approaching him and instead took a closer look at him under the

streetlight.

The man wasn't shy. He lifted his head to meet her gaze, letting her scrutinize

him. "Still can't figure it out?"

The voice sounded increasingly

familiar to Jennifer. Squinting in the

light, she examined him more

closely, and then it clicked. "It's you?

How did you know I was here?"

She added, "You know... dressed like this, you really do look like a man. If I hadn't

recognized your voice, I would've mistaken you for a client."

The person curled their lips into a faint smile, saying nothing in response. After a

moment, the person asked, "Do you know a place where we can talk?"

Jennifer fidgeted with her fingers and hesitated. "If you don't mind, we can go to

my place. Is that alright?"

"Lead the way," the person uttered, then started walking ahead of her.