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.

leave, but after squeezing through the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask

you are!

face had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily before he could, “What are you

gigolo toward her. “You don’t need to

was about to pull him

right there!” Ms. Plastic Face jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s other arm. “I’ve already

I’m not trying to leave. It’s this pretty

when she heard his slightly accented high-pitched

think I got the wrong

you touch what belongs to me?

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

hands in front of her as she fought her

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

tortoise. Even so, she still suffered a good beating and a lot

by the side, the gigolo yelled anxiously, “Stop fighting! Stop! Don’t fight over me!” He whimpered slightly at the

see just how smutty she is

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

didn’t come, and the women who were