He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 508

Laird chuckled darkly. "These aren't the cheap models we usually mess around with. They're heiresses with serious family backing. Don't get any funny ideas, or you'll be asking for a nightmare."

Timing it perfectly, Gordon poured fuel on the fire. "What's the difference? Honestly, I bet these high-society princesses play way dirtier than the girls we usually hire. They're just keeping up appearances right now."

Morris eagerly nodded along. "Exactly! Gordon gets it. I swear, Laird, if I slipped them a little something, they'd all drop the innocent act in seconds!"

Laird's eyes lit up with illicit curiosity. "You really think we could get away with dropping that stuff here?"

Lowering his voice conspiratorially, Morris sneered, "Are you kidding? You think they don't party like this in private? I'm telling you, half the women in this room are heavier users than we are. They've been hooked for years."

Gordon had initially just wanted to bait them, but these two degenerates were already practically begging for an excuse. Feigning ignorance, Gordon asked, "What exactly are you guys talking about?"

Morris shot him a look of pure disbelief. "Cut the crap, Gordon! You know exactly what." He tapped his pocket. "The magic dust. Way better than booze. Just a tiny pinch, and all their inhibitions are gone. It'll turn this place upside down."

With a slick grin, Morris actually pulled a small, suspicious baggy from his pocket.

Gordon immediately held his hands up in mock surrender. "Whoa, no way. I don't touch that stuff, and you guys shouldn't either. Once you start, you can't stop."

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