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.

through the crowd, she inadvertently spotted a man wearing a black half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His

“There you are! I was looking for

beside him whose face had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily

the gigolo toward her. “You don’t need to work today.

about to pull

there!” Ms. Plastic Face jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s other arm. “I’ve already booked you for two hours. You

leave. It’s this pretty lady who’s…”

when she heard his slightly accented high-pitched voice. It’s not

think I got the

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

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

hands in front of her as she

were initially fairly matched, but three of the woman’s friends rushed over to help her. Soon, a full-blown

her head with both hands, curling up like a tortoise. Even so, she still suffered a good beating and a

the side, the gigolo yelled anxiously, “Stop fighting! Stop! Don’t fight over me!” He

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

Charlotte’s clothes. One of

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