Casper shot him a glare, clearly annoyed by his endless chatter. "Just get on with it."
"Got it."
In the private room, the male models were sweating it out, finishing their watermelon and durian challenges. Juan caught sight of a surveillance camera in the corner; it suddenly flickered with a red light. Startled, he quickly looked away.
This was Casper's silent warning. Should he make a run for it? But no, that wasn’t an option. If he bailed, Eliza would have his head. He was caught between a rock and a hard place.
As he was trying to figure out a way to slip out unnoticed, Eliza's voice broke through, "You guys can drop the durian challenge. Come over and have a few drinks with me."
"My dear, you’ve got to be kidding! You're still breastfeeding. Have you lost your mind?" Juan hurried to snatch the drink from Eliza's hand.
She deftly dodged him, whispering, "It's just juice, don't kick up a fuss. If Casper catches on, our plan's toast. We’ll be done."
Juan sighed internally. Maybe he was overthinking things. But that juice really did look like whiskey. Hopefully, it would fool Casper.
Every male model who joined Eliza for a drink found a crisp hundred-dollar bill slipped into their waistband. The guys jostled and nearly came to blows over the tips.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang. A figure wearing a silver mask strode in, capturing everyone's attention with an icy glare.
Juan tried to sneak away on tiptoe, but Dillon caught him. "Juan, in such a rush to leave? Why not stick around for the drama?"
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