Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Charlotte shuddered at that thought and frantically sent a text message to Gigolo In Debt.

My dearest gigolo, are you still alive?

I’m sorry. I was too greedy. I was wrong and I shouldn’t have sold you to those three women. I’m so sorry. I regret it now. Please forgive me…

She sent more than ten consecutive texts to him, only to receive radio silence.

Charlotte then called him a few times, but still, no one answered.

She stayed there from evening until late into the night, hauling her frail and shivering body all around the place to hunt for any sign of her Gigolo In Debt.

To increase the air of mystery, all the staff in Sultry Night were wearing all sorts of sexy masks.

But most of their masks were exaggerated and completely different from Gigolo In Debt’s mysterious and cool mask, so she could still easily differentiate them.

After doing a round of searching, there was still no sign of Gigolo In Debt.

Charlotte’s cold was worsening. Her nose was runny from sneezing so much, and she felt weak and dizzy too. The poor ventilation here made it even more unbearable for her.

the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His figure, clothes, and mask

“There you are! I was looking for

looked at her in confusion and was about to speak, but the woman beside him whose face had obviously gone under the

mine!” Charlotte pulled the gigolo toward her. “You don’t need to work today. Follow

she was about to pull

Plastic Face jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s other arm. “I’ve already booked you for two hours. You

It’s this pretty lady who’s…” the

when she heard his slightly

think I got

dare you touch what belongs to me? Blind fool! I’ll beat you

Charlotte could explain, Ms. Plastic Face hurtled over

her hands in front of her as she fought

three of the woman’s friends rushed over to help her. Soon, a

head with both hands, curling up like a tortoise. Even so, she still suffered

“Stop fighting! Stop! Don’t fight over me!” He

smutty she is to have

war cry and started tearing at Charlotte’s clothes. One of them was even holding her throat, preparing to give her a

the slap didn’t come, and the women who were pulling at her