Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 1843: The Meeting

At the thought of that, Francesca took a cab and made her way to a street near Sultry Night. She bought some equipment and dressed herself up, disguising as one of the seductive women at Casino Inferno before entering the bar.

Sultry Night was crowded with people and deafening heavy metal music filled the air. The place was livelier than Casino Inferno.

As Francesca searched for Danrique among the sea of people, she noticed a man dressed in a suit was leading a group of male models that were wearing face masks, walking toward the section of private rooms.

The group of men chatted as they walked. They mentioned something about an honorable guest who had come to the bar that night and was choosing a male model in the VIP room.

It was her first time at the bar, so she did not know what a VIP room was. Despite that, when she heard the words “honorable guest,” she wondered if it was Danrique.

Hence, she followed the group of male models into the private room section.

Along the way, she passed by a luxurious VVIP room, and she saw the suited man guiding the male models into the room.

Francesca leaned over and took a glance; two women sitting on the sofa came into view.

fair-skinned, and dressed in a white skirt. No doubt, everyone’s eyes would light up at the sight of her. However, she was drunk and was lying on the sofa

in a yellow skirt and looked rather pretty. Yet, she was way out of the

woman dressed in a white skirt, consoling, “Don’t

won’t forgive him even if he comes. What nonsense is this?” The woman in

 “His parents announced the engagement was called off, while he

and nervous. Look, these are all the male models I’ve

watched the scene. That woman in the yellow skirt is obviously setting the white-skirt woman up. But the latter

she was about to go in and expose the yellow-skirt woman, a familiar figure passed her by. It was

group of men and guarded the outside. Francesca was about to enter before the security guard of the bar

is the VIP room. No outsiders are

looking for—” Francesca paused halfway and rephrased her sentence.

that man who entered

you, ma’am? How are you associated with the honored guest?” The security guard

dressed in a red lace dress and had delicate makeup, which was precisely the look of a dancer at Sultry Night. Naturally, she did not look like

there, but a few more bodyguards came over and threw her