“Look at this place! Do you still dare to go in?” Brandon asked.
Sasha was silent, her face pale. But since I’m already here, I can’t back out. I’ll go in and take a look. If it’s too much, then I’ll leave.
Lifting her skirt slightly so that she would not step on it, she walked into the club, her heels clicking on the floor.
With her graceful gait and simple makeup that highlighted her features, she looked just like a flower in full bloom. As soon as she stepped into the nightclub, all eyes fell on her.
“Is this the newest arrival at Golden Gate Club?” someone remarked.
“Looks like it. Someone like her is a breath of fresh air. She’s much better than the uncouth ones around here,” another person said.
“Right? Quick, let’s go and ask the boss,” the first person replied.
Then, those men who could not wait to strip the clothes off Sasha’s body hurried off to look for the nightclub’s boss.
Sasha was oblivious to it all.
She had no idea that the dress Brandon got her would cause so much trouble.
Brandon was someone in the entertainment industry where the women jostled for attention by making every effort to dress up. And because of their influence, he had chosen that dress for Sasha.
Soon after they entered the nightclub, Sasha found the private room Travis had mentioned in his message.
“I’m here, Mr. Lozano,” she said as she walked in.
The smell of alcohol hung in the air of the dimly lit private room, and the atmosphere made one feel uneasy. As soon as Sasha walked in, she saw several coquettish ladies seated on the couch, and they were pressing their bodies up against a man.
“Ah, Sasha. Come in. Let me introduce you to Frank Wheatley. He’s one of our most prominent businessmen around here,” Travis said.
Travis had looked up when he heard Sasha’s voice, and his eyes lit up immediately. Well, well. She’s gorgeous once she dresses up.
Frank also turned to look at Sasha. She wore a pearl white dress that showed off her slim waist, making her look tall and slender. With her fair skin, delicate features, and sparkling eyes, she looked absolutely breathtaking.
Frank’s eyes widened, and he immediately pushed aside the women next to him. Where did such an ethereal beauty come from? Is she even human?
When Sasha saw that, she instantly felt a hint of disgust.
“Mr. Wheatley,” she greeted.
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