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.

a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of

him. “There you are! I was looking for you

confusion and was about to speak, but the woman beside him whose face had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily before

the gigolo toward her. “You don’t need to

that, she was about to pull him

Plastic Face jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s other arm.

It’s this pretty lady

she heard his slightly accented high-pitched voice. It’s

think I got the wrong

belongs to me? Blind fool!

explain, Ms. Plastic Face hurtled over and

in front of her

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

curling up like a tortoise. Even so, she still suffered a good beating and

fighting! Stop! Don’t fight over

b*tch naked and let’s see just how smutty

started tearing at Charlotte’s clothes. One of them was

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