Chapter 10

But I really didn’t expect it.

In such a large club, there were only seven proper male hosts!

At my rate of “two at a time, changing daily.”

I reunited with the most handsome male host on the fourth day.

Our eyes met, and I was so embarrassed that my toes curled.

He, however, smiled with his eyes, tilting his head gently at me:

“My name is Ryan Stone.”

“Nice to serve you again.”

“Ah, then could you help me…”

I awkwardly touched my nose:

“Go downstairs and rent a power bank.”

“I didn’t bring a charger.”

Ryan Stone was taken aback for a moment, then couldn’t help but lower his head and laugh: “Okay.”

The door opened and closed again.

I stood by the door, gripping the handle tightly, unable to resist covering my face.

After today, it’s over.

Really.

“Knock knock.”

The door was knocked again.

I was startled, instinctively thinking Ryan Stone had forgotten something, and reached back to open the door.

But what met my eyes was Julian Montgomery’s extremely gloomy face.

Ryan Stone stood behind him, shaking his head at me, his face pale.

Alarm bells rang in my mind, and I reflexively tried to close the door.

Julian Montgomery, however, stretched out his long leg, his right foot first wedging the door open.

His eyes darkened as he stared at me, almost gritting his teeth as he sneered:

“Is the embrace of a male host warm?”

“Warm enough for you to sleep with eight in four days?”

“Chloe Miller, are you trying to burn yourself?”

The inexplicable questioning left me stunned.

Julian Montgomery said no more.

He simply used his foot to forcefully push the door open.

Standing at the doorway with such audacity.

Glaring coldly at the only male host left in the room, his voice deep:

“Waiting for me to invite you?”

“Get out!”