At her door, the three friends said their goodbyes withughter and went into their respective rooms.


    They had booked three separate presidential suites.


    Sebastian stood up, about to go to Natalie, when he noticed two suspicious-looking men in the hallway.


    He thought for a moment and sat back down.


    He watched as the two men walked to Natalie''s room and knocked.


    Sebastian shot to his feet and rushed out the door.


    He just hoped Natalie wouldn''t open it too quickly.


    Natalie had just taken off her shoes when she heard the knock. Assuming it was Susan, she quickly opened the door.


    Seeing two strange men standing there, she froze for a second, her eyes wary. "You must have the wrong room."


    One of the men, who was rather handsome, ran a hand through his hair and gave


    her a suggestive smile. "Miss, we''re the special service you ordered."


    Natalie instantly understood what "special service" meant, and she let out a humorlessugh. "Do you have any idea where you are? This is a seven-star hotel in the city center. They don''t allow escorts here."


    "If you two can''t keep it in your pants, the elevator is over there. I''m sure it can help you cool off."


    Sebastian, who had just opened his own door, froze.


    *Fire pokers?*


    The two men''s faces turned ugly.


    "Bitch, you should be grateful we chose you. Lying down, spreading your legs, and serving us is your privilege. You know this is a seven-star hotel, and we booked a room to get in. If we say you hired us, who''s going to believe you?"


    "Tomorrow morning''s headline will be an explosive story about a certain heiress''s threesome."


    Natalie met his mocking gaze and smiled back. "Who sent you?"


    "Miss, who sent us doesn''t matter. What


    etters is that you once I


    pet


    are


    ten male models. The two of u more tha


    enough to satised


    you


    Natalie was stunned.


    Those ten models had be famous in herpany and were now quite well- known.


    The two men in front of her were indeed good-looking, but they were a bit scrawny, almost emaciated. Nothing to look at.


    "You two certainly tter yourselves. With bodies that scrawny, can you even satisfy anyone?"


    Natalie''s expression was one of pure disdain.


    In other words, the person who sent them really underestimated her.


    But their looks and build did make them more believable as gigolos.


    "Seriously, looking like you do, can you even earn enough each night to pay for the next day''s meals?"


    Natalie sounded genuinely concerned for them. With frames that frail, wouldn''t their backs snap?


    The two men''s mouths twitched.


    Natalie pointed at one of them.


    "Look at you


    You''ve been partying too hard. You have dark, sunken eyes, your tongue is coated, and you have bad breath. It points to serious liver problems and poor cirction You have a high sperm mortality rate and low motility. Plus, yourplexion is ashen and your lips are purplish. You get chest pain, you''re depressed and angry, you have tinnitus... buddy, you''re sterile."


    The man froze. He had all those symptoms.


    Natalie then turned to the other man. "And you. You think you can still y around? Look at those sores on your face. They''re festering, and not even that thickyer of foundation can hide it. When you tilt your head back, I can see your lymph nodes are swollen and uneven. You have AIDS. You should get to a doctor, before it''s toote."


    The two men copsed onto the floor in shock.


    Natalie blinked her beautiful eyes. That''s all it took to scare them?