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.

crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at

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

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

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

that, she was about to

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

trying to leave. It’s this

she heard his slightly accented

I think I got

what belongs to me?

could explain, Ms. Plastic Face hurtled over

hands in front of her as she fought her

three of the woman’s friends rushed over to help her. Soon, a full-blown

still

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

let’s see just how smutty she is to

gave a war cry and started tearing at Charlotte’s clothes. One of them was even holding her throat, preparing

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