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Meanwhile, inside the private room at Mystic Club. Wendell Hunt was having a toast with a East Asian man. This man was over hundred 90 cm tall and wore a wolf's fangs as a pendant. He had tanned skin and tone muscles. At first glance, he look like a farmer who work on the fields by the countryside. But the man was, in fact, a powerful figure. He was a mercenary leader who carried out activities in several countries of Asia all year long, his group was known as Wolf Hunter, and his name was Rocky.

Though his favorite is still the club business. When Miguel arrived, he avoided running into ravenous wolves by using the private car park and lift. Men used to be as frightening as women when it came to hunting. Miguel warned himself not to get too close after being nearly torn apart by some lusty slays the previous year. A middle-aged man with a somewhat protruding belly was busy enjoying the service of a young lady dressed in a short blue dress in a unique private room made aside for the owner’s usage. His eyes were partly closed, but the contented smile on his face revealed how much he was enjoying this massage session.

There are locked doors. "Are you finding something?" I jumped with a squeal hearing him. I spun sharply, my big eyes glued to him. It's him. How could I trust Willow and sign myself up for this? He's the famous, successful billionaire, most eligible bachelor. He's not just that. He's the mafia. He's tall and looks very strong, his suit fits him perfectly. His amber eyes stare at me. They're beautiful and dangerous at the same time. He's sinfully handsome.

Doris’ eyes went wide and she gasped but she didn’t say anything. “Yes, a front.” Her young neighbor nodded. “And this isn’t any kind of run-of-the-mill easy lay escort service, no. This is an exclusive, high end undertaking catering only to a specific class of clientele, billionaires and multi-millionaires, the top of the line end of business.” Doris stared at her in silence, taking a large gulp of wine.

The youngest son of the LASGLOW corporation. Suddenly, the hum of conversation among the guests was hushed, and an almost palpable shift in the room's energy drew everyone's attention. The grand entrance doors swung open, revealing an unexpected but striking figure. He stood with an overbearing aura, his tailored tuxedo accentuated his fit body, and he exuded an ambiance of sophistication and intimidation, his leather shoe clacking noiselessly against the floor as he made his way in. It was Malcolm Meyer.

He got me cornered. They all clapped, which pulled me back together. He stood up and offered me a hand, wearing that tiny smile. However, I refused to accept his hand and I pulled myself to the ground. “Name,” I said coldly. Who is he? I'm sure that he's not an ordinary man. His moves were like an assassin or perhaps, a gangster in this world. “Chase Montereal,” he introduced. itsclarixass

For a sadistic arsehole, he was blessed with a face that comes straight out of female fantasies. ‘’Interlude. Now we go find Demagio and invite him here for the second half. Get your game face on London; you have a future Mayor to impress.’’ It doesn’t take him long to hone in on the man and his very young escort, whom I presume is his daughter, or else he has a taste I cannot fulfill. Hanging by the glittering bar in one of the plush carpeted lounges, under low lighting and chandeliers as Alexi swoops like a bird of prey and is fast in pushing me and my breasts right under the other man’s nose.

he said dismissing them before his gaze move to me and Caldwell, “you see, you are fucking hot and you get my girls excited, so tell me which of the female did you want?” “I didn’t come for holes,” my voice was guttural. “You didn’t then why did you come here? It’s just women I could offer you.” He smirked before he waved his hand, “My bad, I could offer liquor as well, very strong one,” “We are here to meet your special guest, the rogue king, Elliot Kai…”

“Maya, it’s amazing you managed to close such a tough deal with Sanscape Group.” I turned around to see my colleague, Nora Lewis, walking slowly toward me with a glass of red wine in her hand. She was a long-time employee at the company and Mr. Watson’s mistress. I never really had much to do with her. Nevertheless, I gave her a polite smile and waved my hand. “It was just luck. It wasn’t really that hard.” Before I could continue, Nora slowly grinned. “I’ve heard that Sanscape Group is notoriously difficult to deal with, and their boss is especially hard to sway. Tell me, how many executives did you sleep with to land that project?”