The woman before him, with her dreamy eyes looking up, her cheeks flushed from alcohol, resembled the peach blossoms of March.
"Who are you?" she asked, followed by a loud burp, as the taste of alcohol sprayed out, spreading in her mouth, even Karsyn herself grimaced in discomfort.
Ernesto smelled a pungent odor, and a hint of disgust appeared on his cold and austere face.
The words after "It's you..." were not spoken yet. Karsyn, as if suddenly remembering something, raised her finger and provocatively lifted the handsome man's chin, "You are the male escort I hired, right?"
Male escort...
Karsyn's hazy eyes failed to notice the icy, piercing gaze of the man directed towards her.
Karsyn swayed and turned around, muttering, "So much for a top tier."
Ernesto stared at the crazed woma
