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.

through the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His figure,

“There you are! I was looking for you

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

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

that, she was about to pull him

from the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s other arm. “I’ve already booked you for

to leave. It’s this pretty lady

his

I think I got the

you touch what belongs to me?

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

of her as she

friends rushed over to help her. Soon, a

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

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

see just how smutty she is to have the nerve

a war cry and started tearing at Charlotte’s clothes. One of them

eyes shut, but the slap didn’t come, and the women who were pulling at her