Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort chapter 24

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.

to leave, but after squeezing through the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His figure,

him. “There you

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

mine!” Charlotte pulled the gigolo toward her. “You don’t need

she was about to

Ms. Plastic Face jumped up from the sofa and grabbed

to leave. It’s this pretty lady who’s…” the gigolo

his slightly accented high-pitched voice. It’s

I got

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

could explain, Ms. Plastic Face hurtled over and pushed her onto the

front of her as she fought

three of the woman’s friends rushed over

her head with both hands, curling up like a tortoise. Even so, she still suffered a good beating and a lot of her hair had been ripped

side, the gigolo yelled anxiously, “Stop fighting! Stop! Don’t fight over me!” He whimpered slightly at the sight of

how smutty she is to have the nerve to steal

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

didn’t come, and the women who were