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.

she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black

grab him. “There you

whose face had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily before he could, “What are

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

she was about to

the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s other arm. “I’ve already

trying to leave. It’s this pretty

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

I… I think I got

what belongs to me? Blind fool! I’ll beat you

Ms. Plastic Face hurtled over and pushed

hands in front of her as

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

a tortoise. Even so, she still suffered a good beating and a lot of her hair had been ripped

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

just how smutty she

One of them was even holding her

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