She was very curious; what a beautiful face it must be to match such eyes and such a mouth!
Recalling the passionate moments they had just shared, the woman felt a tingling, electrifying sensation throughout her body. How wonderful it would be to see what he looked like; she would be willing to pay any price.
In the past, other men would beg her, spending exorbitant sums just to spend a night with her. Those men were always fat and burly, with menacing faces. Occasionally, there might be one or two who were slightly more agreeable, but they all had bad tempers and didn't treat her like a normal woman.
Unlike this Mr. Zuo, who was gentle and tender towards her from beginning to end. So this time it was the other way around; even if it meant paying him, she was willing to spend more time with this man.
After taking a few deep drags on his cigarette, Mr. Zuo stubbed it out fiercely and threw it into the ashtray. He closed his eyes and said coldly, "I'm going to sleep for a while. Get dressed and leave on your own. This is my last warning: don't be too curious about me, or you'll pay a price you can't imagine."
The woman sat up sullenly, staring blankly at Mr. Zuo's face. This Mr. Zuo was truly mysterious. She had worked at this upscale club for several years, seen all sorts of men, and knew almost every wealthy person in Philadelphia, but she had never met Mr. Zuo before and knew absolutely nothing about him. If Mr. Zuo's subordinates were so generous, then Mr. Zuo himself was even more so. Such a generous and handsome man was practically a diamond bachelor. The more Mr. Zuo told her not to be too curious about him, the more curious she became. He had been so kind and gentle to her in bed just now; these words were probably just to scare her, right?
She would just take advantage of Mr. Zuo's sleep to secretly remove his mask for a quick look, just one look, to see what he looked like, and then put the mask back on him. She thought it would be fine.
The woman was a little apprehensive, but also incredibly curious. She wouldn't be satisfied until she saw what Mr. Zuo looked like.
Mr. Zuo had his eyes closed, and his breathing was even. He seemed to be asleep.
The woman was neither dressed nor got out of bed. Instead, she sat next to Mr. Zuo and tentatively called out, "Mr. Zuo..."
There was no sound from Mr. Zuo's side; he seemed to be fast asleep. So, the woman mustered her courage and softly called out again, "Mr. Zuo, are you asleep? It's me, Jiaojiao..."
There was still no movement; it must be asleep.
With this thought in mind, the woman grew bolder and quietly reached out and placed her hand on the man's mask.
"Mr. Zuo, I just want to take one look, really just one look. Please satisfy my curiosity..."
Mr. Zuo seemed to be fast asleep, making no sound. So, the woman slowly removed the mask from Mr. Zuo's face.
A man with such captivating eyes and sensual lips must be incredibly handsome. Perhaps even as strikingly as Philadelphia's most flamboyant heartthrob, Mu Nanxun.
The woman's heart pounded with increasing excitement, her blood boiling, and she slowly opened her eyes.
However……
"Ah—ah—"
The woman's pupils dilated suddenly, and a look of terror quickly appeared on her face. She involuntarily let out a terrified scream, which sounded particularly abrupt and frightening in the silent room.
This face...this face is nothing like the handsome and dashing man she had imagined.
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