Chapter 4 Risky Seduction
I’d worked plenty of venues gathering intel—nightclubs, bars, private clubs.
The fancy ones were just high-end meat markets.
One of the hottest, loved by the elite, was called Vantis.
The manager, Allen, spoke in a pinched voice and procured for rich clients.
The cut was good, so I dealt with him often.
I never thought he’d stoop so low.
One slip, and I woke up nearly violated.
When Allen came back in, the private room was chaos—drinks spilled everywhere.
Bodyguards on high alert.
I held a broken bottle, had already cursed Allen to his grave.
Then I had the fat client by the throat, glass pressed to his crotch, casually asking if he wanted me or wanted to lose everything.
The man’s legs shook, tears and snot streaming.
I was still dizzy, but I laughed, pressed lower, and spat.
“Coward.”
That’s when luck finally found me.
In the standoff, someone rushed in, whispered to Allen.
His face changed instantly.
He softened, agreed to anything, just wanted it over.
That panic—I tilted my head, thinking.
I’d seen Allen plenty.
Only one person could scare him that much.
Liang Sheng.
My grip loosened.
The client scrambled away.
I glanced at the contract on the floor, smiled, and bet everything.
Soon after, under Allen’s horrified eyes, I stumbled and collapsed right in front of Liang Sheng.
The drug still fogged my brain.
I forced a grin, looked up at him.
“Boss, the guys inside are too ugly.”
“If you’re forcing someone, can you do it yourself?”
Allen went pale, bowing and explaining frantically.
But it didn’t matter anymore.
I was seducing Liang Sheng.
Whether he took the bait decided everything.
I won the bet.
Across the crowd, I locked eyes with him.
He dismissed his men with a gesture.
Silence fell.
Then Liang Sheng looked at me, eyes darkening.
“I don’t play with rent boys.”
I grinned wider.
“Boss, I’m clean. Never been with anyone. Want to check?”