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.

inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask

rushed over to grab him. “There you

her in confusion and was about to speak, but the woman beside him whose face had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily before he could, “What are you doing? This is the escort I

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

about to

the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s

leave. It’s this pretty

heard his

I got

dare you touch what belongs to

Charlotte could explain, Ms. Plastic Face hurtled over and

of her as she

of the woman’s friends rushed over

still suffered a good beating and a lot of

yelled anxiously, “Stop fighting! Stop! Don’t fight over me!”

naked and let’s see just how smutty she is to have the nerve to

clothes. One of them was

squeezed her eyes shut, but the slap didn’t come, and