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.

gorgeous, 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

woman was dressed in a yellow skirt and looked rather pretty. Yet, she was way

dressed in a white skirt, consoling, “Don’t be sad. Hector is on

forgive him even if he comes. What nonsense is this?” The woman

was called off,

nervous. Look, these are all the male models I’ve hired. Go ahead and pick one. Once Hector is here and sees another man pursuing you, he’ll definitely

white-skirt woman up. But the latter is quite stupid as well. I can’t believe she actually fell for

expose the yellow-skirt woman, a familiar figure passed her

Sean, and the others entered the private room, Gordon brought a group of men and guarded the

room. No outsiders are

for—” Francesca paused halfway

who entered

How are you associated with the honored guest?” The security guard showed no

that time, Francesca was 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 she was someone

but a few more bodyguards came over and threw