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.

was about to leave, but after squeezing through the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black

over to grab him. “There you are! I was

woman beside him whose face had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily before he could,

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

that, she was about to pull him

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

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

heard his slightly accented high-pitched voice. It’s not

I think I got the wrong

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

Plastic Face hurtled over and pushed her onto the

her hands in front of her as she fought her

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

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

anxiously, “Stop fighting! Stop! Don’t fight over me!” He whimpered slightly at the sight

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

One of them

but the slap didn’t come, and the