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"Welcome, Miss." Behind the glass door stood two tall, burly, handsome young men in their early twenties. They opened the door with smiles on their faces and bowed deeply to her.

When the door opened, deafening music came from the inside. In the dim light, emotions surged.

After passing through a profound entrance, he arrived at a hall that was a hundred square meters large.

The hall was surrounded by 20 round tables lit by red candles. In the middle of the hall, there was a lively dance floor. Under the dim light, hundreds of men and women were dancing along with the music.

The men were all wearing the same black shirt and pants. They were all handsome and had a robust physique.

They deliberately unbuttoned their shirts to reveal their firm and well-built chests, and sometimes, when they jumped to high altitude, they simply took off their shirts to reveal their robust upper bodies. This caused the numerous rich ladies who came here to have some fun to struggle with, sticking close to their bodies like loaches and constantly rubbing their chests with their red, painted fingers.

Uh. It seems like she found the right place …

She went straight to the bar and sat down.

"Give me a bottle of x!" She slapped the bar with extraordinary vigour and gave the handsome bartender a charming wink.

The bartender had been in this kind of situation for a long time. His eyes calmly scanned her body, and he was able to estimate that she was wearing over five hundred thousand pieces of jewelry. She was a wealthy young mistress.

She quickly took out a bottle of water and poured it out for her. A gentle smile appeared on her face as she said, "Young miss, please."

Worried, she lifted up her wine cup and took a light sip. She glanced at the male and female figures on the dance floor who were fighting passionately, and didn't know how to make a move.

"Miss, is this your first time here?" Seeing that she was still young, the bartender took the initiative to step forward and ask gently.

"Yes." She turned around with her glass in her hand, watching the ambiguous dance floor with furrowed brows.

Could she meet a man here who at least wasn't too hard for her to accept?

However, after looking around a few times, he still couldn't find anyone that fit his needs. Occasionally, he would be able to get by.

He raised his head and took a sip of his wine, gesturing for the Bartender to continue pouring.

Soon, she had drunk more than half of the entire bottle of wine, but she was still unable to achieve her goal.

She looked dejectedly at the bartender, wondering if she should get up and leave.

At this time, a commotion suddenly came from outside the door. A handsome man dressed in black walked in with his hands in his pockets, staring straight ahead. His entire body was shrouded in coldness, yet he appeared sexy and charming, attracting the screams of countless women.

She opened her hazy eyes and saw that the young man had just happened to meet her on the plane.

What was he doing here? Had an appointment already been made? Or was he here for a romantic meeting? Or maybe he was the number one here?

What did he say then?

You want to collect more money?

Good! It was him!

Let her come to him today and give him some money!

Thinking this, she wanted to stand up, but before she could, a wave of dizziness made her sit down again.

"I want him!" She simply sat there, unmoving. She shot a glance at the Bartender, then pointed a delicate finger at him.

When she said this, the noisy crowd instantly quieted down. Everyone was looking at her with an incredulous expression, as if she was a guest from beyond the heavens!

The man stopped and looked at her coldly. His lips were pursed into a faint smile, as if he was trying to suppress his anger.

The bartender kindly sidled up to her and whispered in her ear, "Miss, that's our boss. No one would dare to covet him! "

"Hehe!" I know it's your boss! However, no matter how big the boss is, he wouldn't complain about the amount of money, right? " With a slight smile on her face, she pushed herself up from the bar and staggered to the man's side. She took out a gold card from her bag and gently slapped his face, saying in a mocking tone, "If you keep looking at you, you're going to get paid. I'm going to give you money now. "Here is a card worth a million gold. As long as it's one night, this card will belong to you!"