I moved into the York residence.The housekeeper, Clyde Hoffman, had already prepared silk pajamas, jewelry, and a full set of imported skincare products for me. After eating well and sleeping well, even my skin looked clearer.Gone were the days of working until three in the morning, saving money by eating instant noodles, being scolded by clients without daring to talk back, and thanking my boss for taking credit for my work. Goodbye, corporate slave life.Kingston didn't come home for three days straight. But that didn't stop him from becoming, in my mind, a sugar daddy worthy of respect.On the third night, my phone rang. "You can drive, right? Come pick me up."It was Kingston. The background noise was loud.When I walked into the private room wearing a long dress, several pairs of eyes turned toward me at once. Some were sizing me up, some were mocking, and some clearly had bad intentions.Kingston sat in the middle, swirling a glass of alcohol in his hand. "Kingston, th
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