Chapter 545

Jeffrey hadn’t really hit the booze hard, instead, he’d chain smoked his way through an entire pack of cigarettes.

After the lights came up and the music died down, he led the girl in the white dress out of the bar, right next to the hotel where his buddy Wesley had conveniently booked a room.

Jeffrey fished the key card from his pocket with a flick of his fingers and tossed it to her, ‘Go on up, I’m gonna grab another pack

of smokes.”

She nodded and lowered her gaze, and was almost embarrassed to meet his eyes, “Okay”

Perhaps it was the high heels rubbing her the wrong way but she was taking her sweet time walking, pausing every now and

then

Scratching his stubble, Jeffrey made a beeline for the convenience store, picked up a new pack, and lit one up as he strolled back

to the hotel

The streetlights flickered erratically casting his chiseled profile in a dance of light and shadow

Before heading up, he glanced at his phone: a message from his folks about dropping by the next day a bunch of emails from his secretary with documents to review, and a text from the head of the Prosperity Consortium

the address, it was in an old neighborhood of Eldorria City, far from the Consortium’s usual haunts. It didn’t sound like Karen’s rental but more

did he

into the hotel and rapped on the door with his knuckles. The woman opened it, still blushing like a shy schoolgirl, her face and ears were both flushed with red

in, plopped down on the bed and locked

“Caren”

choked on his smoke, “What did

outburst, she shrank back, “My name

luck. “Jeffrey massaged his temple and suddenly felt irritable, “Why are you acting so skittish? Speak up. If you don’t

a college student. It’s my first night at Charm

“And?”

never had a boyfriend before…”

looked at her. She wore a tight–fitting skirt that showcased her figure, but there was an undeniable air of discomfort about her. And her high heels had rubbed her skin raw, hinting at a painful redness

“A virgin?”

She nodded timidly

up abruptly and pulled out his phone, “Show me your bank details”

asked,

“Just do it!”

phone and brought up it

sent the payment, and then crushed the cigarette in the ashtray.

could be too much

at Jeffrey. Mr. Turner,

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