Chapter 24


    24. My Dearest Gigolo


    Trantor: Mr Magnate


    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 untilte into the night, hauling her frail and shivering body all around


    the ce 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 andpletely 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 venttion 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 ck half-mask sitting at one of the booths. His figure, clothes, and mask were all simr.


    She rushed over to grab him. “There you are! I was looking for you everywhere.”


    The man looked at her in confusion and was about to speak, but the woman beside him whose face


    had obviously gone under the knife shouted angrily before he could, “What are you doing? This is the


    escort I booked!”


    “He’s mine!” Charlotte pulled the gigolo toward her. “You don’t need to work today. Follow me!”


    With that, she was about to pull him along.


    “You stop right there!” Ms. stic Face jumped up from the sofa and grabbed the gigolo’s other arm.


    “I’ve already booked you for two hours. You dare leave?”


    “Jenny, I’m not trying to leave. It’s this prettydy who’s…” the gigolo tried to exin.


    Charlotte was stunned when she heard his slightly ented high-pitched voice. It’s not him!


    “I… I… I think I got the wrong person…”


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    “B*tch! How dare you touch what belongs to me? Blind fool! I’ll beat you to death!”


    Before Charlotte could exin, Ms. stic Face hurtled over and pushed her onto the sofa.


    Charlotte iled her hands in front of her as she fought her off.


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


    blown catfight broke out.


    Charlotte shielded her head with both hands, curling up like a tortoise. Even so, she still suffered a


    good beating and a lot of her hair had been ripped off too.


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


    whimpered slightly at the sight of the women.


    “Strip this b*tch naked and let’s see just how smutty she is to have the nerve to steal my man…”


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


    her throat, preparing to give her a tight p.


    Charlotte instinctively squeezed her eyes shut, but the p didn’te, and the women who were


    pulling at her clothes were gone.


    A few shrieks pierced through the air.


    Charlotte slowly opened her eyes and saw that the gigolo she had mistaken as hers was sent flying


    through the air, mming into the women. Sprawled out on the floor, the few of them looked miserable.


    Charlotte raised her head and from her supine position on the sofa, she saw another Gigolo In Debt


    lookalike.


    He was wearing a mysterious half-mask, his slender figure looking cold and indifferent under the lights.


    Even in such a dimly-lit space, his bottomless eyes still glowed with charm and radiance.


    He stretched out a hand toward her, making her freeze in ce.


    Before she knew it, his strong arm pulled her up and right into his arms. The moment Charlotte’s cheek


    was pressed against his powerful chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat filled her ears.


    She raised her head, and the shock on her face was reflected in his fathomless eyes.


    “How could you mistake someone else as your debtor? Where is your brain?”


    Zachary gave Charlotte’s head a light knock, giving her an usatory look.


    “You’re finally here. Are you okay?” Charlotte’s shocked gaze shifted from his face to his body and


    came to rest on his manhood. “Are you really okay?”


    Zachary grasped her chin, raising her face to his. “Would you like to test it out?”