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!”

group of young guys a stern look. “We do pay

shrank back, their eyes showing fear, highlighting how scared

Ghost

massage therapist and then at the confident

not look right, something about

her, “Why are

like a male therapist, so we picked a couple of

was

paused momentarily before admitting, “They’re over

here.” She really should’ve thought about this sooner.

not to mention how freaked out the young ladies would

Still, he saw that serious

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 their faces were a mix of anxiety and fear.

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

was just eighteen, a couple of years younger than those standing before her. Yet, Milly couldn’t

“Cough…”

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

slowly letting their guard down and started to

“Miss, I’m Fanny”

“Miss, I’m Leila”

“Miss, I’m Melanie”