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.

man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His

you are! I was looking

to speak, but the woman beside him whose face had obviously gone under the knife shouted

mine!” Charlotte pulled the gigolo toward her.

was about to

up from the sofa and grabbed

It’s this pretty lady who’s…” the gigolo

heard his

I think I got the

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

hurtled over

hands in front of

were initially fairly matched, but three of the woman’s friends rushed over to

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

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

just how smutty she is to have the

war cry and started tearing at Charlotte’s clothes. One of them was even holding

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