Chapter 73
After ending the call, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
I got in the car and drove straight to a bar. Once inside, I took a few turns and eventually spotted a group of people in a booth.
After glancing at my phone, I scanned the faces and focused on the man in the center seat. It was Desmond, the second son of the Zenns.
Since I wanted to strike a deal with Cullen, I needed to bring something of value to the table.
With that thought, I made my way to the bar and slipped the bartender a hundred dollars. “Get me a call girl,”
The bartender blinked in surprise but didn’t ask questions. Instead, he waved toward the back.
Soon, a woman in her 40s, dressed up in an eye–catching outfit, strutted over.
“This guy wants some fun tonight, Hailey.”
Hailey turned to me with a smile and asked, “What kind of lady are you looking for, handsome?”
In a place like this, there were plenty of ladies available for company.
“Let’s talk upstairs. I want top–tier. Price isn’t an issue,” I said as I turned to head upstairs. Soon, I was seated in a private room on the second floor.
“Just a moment. Let me bring you some prime picks.”
Soon, Hailey brought in more than a dozen ladies I swept a glance over them; they were definitely top–tier, but none of them stood out.
“Young, pretty, innocent, and just started. Do you have anything like that?”
Hailey’s eyes lit up. “Oh, so you know what’s good, don’t you? I’ve got just the thing.”
Desmond was a classic rich kid. He’d seen all types of women, so I figured that he’d only be interested in the pure and untouched ones.
Hailey soon returned with a few more ladies, and I nodded slightly. They looked like they were- barely 20, and I was pleased. After scanning their profiles, I locked in on one.
“Her,” I said.
Hailey beamed. “You’ve got taste: She just started three days ago, but she’s pricey. It might be five figures, starting with this…” she said as she held up her hand and spread her fingers in a number–five gesture..
50 thousand dollars? That was fine as it was worth it to me.
“I’ll give 70 thousand dollars, but you stay out of whatever happens tonight.”
Hailey looked visibly confused and asked, “What does that mean?”
“Nothing much. Just tell the staff that I brought her in myself, and you guys have nothing to do with it. But don’t worry. I won’t hurt her. That’s not a problem, right?”
Hailey hesitated and frowned slightly.
“A hundred thousand.” I raised the offer.
With that, she nodded and said, “Sure thing. She’s yours for the night, young man.‘
After she led the others out, I turned back to the lady.
She was stunning and exuded an air of innocence. I could tell that she was genuinely nervous, and it wasn’t just an act. I’d seen enough women over the years to know the difference.
“I want to make a deal with you.”
Ms. Freshface blinked and looked puzzled.
“I want you to seduce a man tonight and sleep with him. Take pictures as proof. I’ll pay you 200 dollars.”
She paused, catching her breath.
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