A Film Queen

Chapter 356

Milly squinted her eyes, looking around with lazy curiosity, her lips slightly open. “I’m getting pretty bored, Raiden. How about a dance? Wouldn’t mind that at all.”

Raiden couldn’t help but feel a shiver down his spine, realising Milly, the sect leader, might actually be putting him to the test. He felt a sudden fear that made his legs feel like jelly. “Master, no worries, I’ll round up some young performers for you. Trust me, we’ve got some real charmers!”

Anxious that Milly might make a rash decision, he quickly gave a sign to one of his guys, who caught on fast and dashed off to make it happen.

Soon after, six or seven good-looking young men, bare-chested, trailed in behind him.

They exuded an appealing charm, standing attentively as if poised for action.

Raiden walked up to Milly with a smile and said, “Master, we’ve chosen these guys for you. Not only do they look great, but they’re also fit. And the best part? They’re all really cooperative!”

Milly’s eyebrows knitted together while she watched the group, unable to hide her disapproval.

These guys could be the main attraction in any show, yet here they stood.

A hint of desperation reached her; if she wasn’t so focused on keeping up her act as the sect leader, she’d probably feel the urge to give them a heads-up about trying too hard.

Raiden quickly explained, “These are professional male masseurs our members found outside. We often feel exhausted after work, so we brought them in for foot massages. Rest assured, Master, this is above board, and we compensate them fairly!”

of young guys

showing fear, highlighting how scared they were.

honest. Even though our Ghost Sect usually operates secretly, we always

the nervous massage therapist and then at the

might not look right, something

are all the

just thought you’d like a male therapist, so we

was curious. “Where are

momentarily before admitting, “They’re over in the warehouse

this sooner. There’d be female therapists

her skills, she was worried about getting caught, not to mention how freaked out the young ladies would probably be. Women are already

couldn’t figure out why the boss suddenly wanted female massage therapists. Still, he saw that

a few moments, about a dozen young women lined up in front of Milly, looking scared and pretty shaken up. They seemed to be in their twenties, all wearing what you’d typically expect a massage therapist to wear, and

title “Miss,” as if her instinct to protect them had

those standing before her. Yet, Milly couldn’t help but

“Cough…”

the girls below, casually swinging her feet off the table and softened

on her more calm demeanour, slowly letting their guard down and started to

“Miss, I’m Fanny”

“Miss, I’m Leila”

“Miss, I’m Melanie”