The Ex-Con Who Conquered the World novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140 Roleplay

Stéfan’s eyes narrowed. “Who hired you?”

“That’s…”

Eric hesitated. As a private investigator, protecting client confidentiality was a matter of principle.

“You failed. Your assignment’s over. Since you mean no harm, just tell me who hired you.” Stefan’s tone was calm, but his gaze was cold.

Eric struggled with himself. Finally, he gave in. “It’s… Margery Easterlin. She runs Snowy Intentions Advertising Agency.”

The answer wasn’t entirely surprising.

Stefan could guess-after he cut off all contact, she couldn’t find him, so she hired a PI to track him down

He clapped Eric on the shoulder. “First, don’t follow me again. If I catch you, it won’t end well. I’m letting it slide this time. Second, tell Margery to stop looking for me. She and I are done.”

With that, Stefan turned and walked into Juno Club.

He pushed open the door to a private room. A young man sat sprawled on the sofa. In front of him-a row of girls in black stockings.

A good club lounge hit one the moment one walked in.

Stefan stepped inside. Hit him? It nearly blinded him.

A whole row of girls in office wear. Long legs, pretty faces, flowing hair. Some wore gold-rimmed glasses- pure and seductive all at once. Black blazers over white shirts. Short skirts hugging every curve. Black stockings on those long legs. Lined up like that? The effect was stunning.

“Stefan! Bro! Haha, how many years has it been?”

The young man on the sofa stood up, laughing. He had a healthy tan, stood over six feet tall, and had a solid build. A small gap between his front teeth showed when he smiled-his signature feature.

“Gavin, you’ve changed. Mr. Faithful-and-Loyal, playing this game now?”

Stefan walked

“Faith cabic

ning. He hugged Gavin, slapping his back hard.

point these days?” Gavin shook his head. “I’ve learned my lesson. A puppy ts the girl.”

bounds like there’s a story there.”

whiskey on the table, already mixed with soda. He filled two glasses, and they started drinking.

Three shots down, Gavin waved at the girls. They came over, smiling, and sat beside them.

Each one was different-slim here, curvy there-but they all offered the same sweet service, the same softness, the same way of making a man feel wanted.

Perfume filled the air. Some handed Stefan drinks. Some massaged his shoulders. Some curled up against him like kittens.

The bolder ones even snuck touches of his abs.

So Stefan touched them too. His fingers traced the smooth, silky black stockings. He sighed contentedly This is living.

“Gavin, this is excessive. You sure you can handle this many?”

Stefan looked at the flock of girls surrounding them. He only had two hands. Not nearly enough.

Gavin laughed, “Dude, you’re young. Don’t tell me you’re already worn out. This is nothing.”

He had one arm around each girl beside him, one perched on each thigh, and another in glasses hand- feeding him drinks. The picture of decadence.

“Bullshit. I’m not bragging, but from now until sunrise? Easy,” Stefan said it straight-faced.

The girls didn’t get it at first. But Gavin started counting on his fingers. It’s ten now. Sunrise is around eight or nine… That’s ten hours!”

His eyes went wide. “Bro, you’re telling me you can go ten hours straight? Your thing’d be smoking like a soldering iron by then.”

The girls finally caught on. Several covered their mouths, giggling. Their eyes got that certain look.

“Really? I’d love to see that.”

“Why keep it to yourself? One girl can’t handle that. Count me in.”

“Long night ahead. You take the first half, I’ll take the second.”

Several of the girls chimed in, clearly interested.

It wasn’t just blind flirting. Stefan had that rugged charm-the kind that hit hard. And after years in the business, these girls had developed sharp instincts. They could tell which clients had real game and which were just pretending.

Stefan grinned. “Alright, alright-you heard them. Every single one of you is coming with me later.”

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