Mysterious Male Escort Is a Mogul

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.

She was about 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, clothes, and mask were all similar.

over to grab him. “There you are!

whose face had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily

her. “You don’t

was about to

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

to leave. It’s this pretty

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

think I

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

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

her hands in front of her as she fought her

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

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

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

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

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

come, and the women who

pierced through