Chapter 13: Dear Mr. Slave

Jenna shivered at the thought and hurriedly messaged her slave.

"Dear Mr. Slave, are you still alive?"

"I'm sorry, I was too greedy for money, I was wrong, I shouldn't have sold you to those three rich women, I apologize, I repent, please forgive me..."

A dozen consecutive text messages were sent, but still no reply.

Jenna called a few more times and no one answered.

She waited from early evening until late at night, her body was catching a cold and she searched for Mr. Slave at Night Dream Bar.

To heighten the mystery, Night Dream Bar's publicists wore a variety of sexy masks.

But most of the masks were exaggerated, very different from the mysterious and ethereal masks of Mr. Slave, so they were fairly recognizable.

After looking around, there was no Mr. Slave to be found.

Jenna's cold was already getting worse, with a runny nose, sneezing, weakness, and dizziness, and it was even more dreary and uncomfortable in this airless establishment.

She was ready to go home first, and pushed