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 half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His figure, clothes, and

him. “There you are!

and was about to speak, but the woman beside him whose face had obviously gone

her. “You don’t

about

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

not trying to leave. It’s this pretty lady who’s…”

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

I think I got

to me? Blind fool! I’ll beat

Plastic Face hurtled over

of her as

friends rushed over to help her. Soon,

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

Stop! Don’t fight over

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

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

come, and the women who were