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.

after squeezing through the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of

grab him. “There you are! I was

had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily before he

Charlotte pulled the gigolo toward her. “You don’t

she was about to

Plastic Face jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s other arm. “I’ve already booked you

leave. It’s this

she heard his slightly accented high-pitched

I

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

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

in front of her as she fought

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

tortoise. Even so, she still suffered a good beating

fighting! Stop! Don’t fight over me!” He whimpered slightly at the sight of the

this b*tch naked and let’s see just how smutty she is to have the nerve to steal

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

instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, but the slap didn’t come, and the women who were pulling at her clothes