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.

to leave, but after squeezing through the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His figure, clothes, and mask were all

rushed over to grab him. “There you are!

whose face had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily before

toward her. “You

about to pull

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

not trying to leave. It’s this pretty lady who’s…” the gigolo tried to

was stunned when she heard his slightly accented high-pitched voice. It’s not

think I got the

touch what belongs to

Charlotte could explain, Ms. Plastic Face hurtled over and pushed her

hands in front of her

were initially fairly matched, but three of the woman’s friends rushed over to help

still suffered a good beating and a lot

Don’t fight

just how smutty she is to have the

gave a 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