Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1907

A charming smile appeared on Brittany's face when she saw that it was a young man who looked ordinary but dressed in branded clothes after she opened the door.

Seeing that she was fully prepared to work, the supervisor did not try to stop her. After introducing her to the man, the supervisor left Brittany behind and turned to leave.

Seeing that Brittany was staring straight at him, the young man tilted his back and said to her in a graceful manner, "Are you Paige? Please come in."

"Mr. Charles...” Brittany walked into the room and turned to look at him. "Let's cut this short. Are you interested in someone like me?"

Mr. Charles said, "Well, I like thin girls like you."

"That's great! I'll serve you right now!" Brittany, who had received a response, immediately tiptoed towards Mr. Charles.

Because she rushed too fast, her forehead hit his chest directly, which immediately covered her eyes with a layer of mist and made her look very pitiful.

Poor women could always make men's heart ache. Brittany knew this.

As expected, a worried look appeared on Mr. Charles's ordinary face. "Are you alright?"

"It hurts a little. Can you give me a massage?"

Brittany's placed her slender hand on Mr. Charles's suit jacket. He said that he liked her slim figure, so of course, she would like to show her bone-like beauty in front of him.

Mr. Charles rubbed her hand obediently. Then he put down her hand and asked, "Do you feel better?"

"I'm much better now. Thank you." Brittany raised her head and smiled at him. Then she closed her eyes, looking very obedient.

Mr. Charles said, "Let's not rush it. I'm used to talking before doing that. Don't you want to know me more?"

Brittany had no choice but to open her eyes and smile as she nodded. "Alright."

Mr. Charles turned around and poured two glasses of alcohol from the bar counter. He handed one of the glasses to her and asked, "Brandy, can you drink it?"

"Sorry, I don't drink."

Brittany gave a totally different answer from when she was in front of the supervisor. In fact, it was not that she didn't know how to drink, but she couldn't. What if she peed herself by accident?

"It doesn't matter." Mr. Charles sat down and said thoughtfully, "In fact, I like girls who don't drink, so that I can teach them."

Brittany put on a seductive look and asked, "Are you going to feed me with your mouth?"

Mr. Charles laughed, "I said we should take things slow. The night is still young."

Brittany's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "Mr. Charles, are you bringing me out?"

Mr. Charles took a sip of wine and said, "Yes, as long as you are willing."

"I'm very willing!" Brittany nodded vigorously.

Mr. Charles changed his sitting position and asked with interest, "You don't look like a female escort. Do you lack money that much?"

Brittany's heart ached. "Yes, I lack money a lot."

Mr. Charles asked, "How much do you need?"

"Four hundred thousand dollars." Brittany had originally planned to say three hundred thousand dollars. However, the supervisor had said that if she were to be kept as a mistress, she would have to share twenty percent with "The Dynasty". Therefore, she could only raise the price by one hundred thousand dollars, which could offset the commission.

"Four hundred thousand dollars?" Mr. Charles asked curiously, "How many times do you have to go out then?"

Brittany was delighted to see that he was not intimidated by the number.

She leaned close to him and sat down. Her eyes, which were rounder and brighter because of her thin cheeks, looked at him pitifully. "If I can satisfy Mr. Charles tonight, can you keep me as your mistress? As long as you are willing to pay four hundred thousand dollars, I will be at your disposal."

Hearing this, Mr. Charles asked, "I am very curious. What do you want to take the four hundred thousand dollars for? To buy a house and a car?"

A look of hope was reflected in Brittany's eyes. "Neither. I'd like to buy a cemetery."

Mr. Charles was slightly surprised, "What do you want to buy?"

Brittany's smile was a little fake. "To buy a cemetery for the dead."

Mr. Charles suddenly laughed and said, "Don't try to fool me because you think I don't know how much it costs to buy a grave. You can buy two graves in the best cemetery in Northville with four hundred thousand dollars. Did you suddenly lose two family members?" Brittany gently patted his chest and said in a flirtish voice, "Mr. Charles, can you stop laughing about such a sad thing?"

Mr. Charles put his fist against his lips and said, "Well, I will stop."

Brittany saw that he didn't seem to turn her down so she quickly said, "Mr. Charles, do you want to bring me out now? Everyone who has tried me before was all impressed."

"Is that so?" Mr. Charles looked at her charming smile as if he was very interested in it. "Let's go, I'll bring you out now!"

"Thank you, Mr. Charles!" Brittany smiled and changed the topic. "Mr. Charles, you..."

Mr. Charles saw that she wanted to speak but stopped. He could not help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Are you going to pay me before bringing me out?" Brittany was not good at being indirect.

Fortunately, Mr. Charles wasn't angry. "How do you charge? This is my first time to The Dynasty."

Brittany was overjoyed to hear that. She thought that she was lucky to meet a man who first came here. "Usually, bringing a girl out costs twenty thousand dollars, and sleeping with her once is thirty thousand dollars. Mr. Charles, you're still young and healthy. I'm afraid you won't be satisfied without two or three attempts. So, I think it's better for you to keep me as your mistress."

Brittany was shocked. She had made him keep her as a mistress in less than half an hour. Was she too charming, or was he joking with her?

Thinking of this, she subconsciously pinched the bank card in her hand and heard the supervisor in front of her ask, "Paige, I'm asking you a question. How long have you been accompanying Mr. Charles tonight? We pay hourly."

Brittany came back to her senses and said, "An hour plus."

"An hour plus, right?" The supervisor thought, "Who are you fooling? Don't think that I didn't see the time when you entered the private room!"

"Yes, you pay me an hour," Brittany said in a calm voice.

"Okay, 30 dollars an hour." The supervisor took out the notes and said, "Here you go."

Brittany took the 30 dollars that she usually looked down upon and heaved a sigh of relief. "Mr. Charles said he's willing to keep me as his mistress."

After hearing that, the supervisor smiled and congratulated her, "That's really good!"

"He told me that he would be here at 8 pm tomorrow. He doesn't like me to accompany other men, so I'll stop here tonight." Brittany sounded like she was the supervisor instead.

The supervisor said with a smile, "Okay."

"Can I sleep here tonight?" Brittany returned the 30 dollars she had just received to her supervisor and said, "I'll pay for it."

The supervisor didn't ask her for money. "You don't need to pay. You are now an employee of The Dynasty. It is no problem to take you in for a few nights."

Brittany quickly took back the 30 dollars and followed her supervisor to a rest room. She said, "Paige, you can sleep here tonight."

Brittany looked around the room and found that it was enough that she could get a bed.

At this time, the supervisor said, "Go in. Since Mr. Charles is willing to support you, I won't let other men touch you. You don't have to worry about what will happen at night."

Brittany nodded and closed the door after entering the rest room.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked coming from inside, the supervisor felt relieved and reported to the boss about Brittany's condition.

At the same time, "Mr. Charles" immediately made a phone call after driving away from The Dynasty.

A moment later, "Hello", "Mr. Charles'" immediately talked on the other side of the phone.

"Richard, I'm Seth. I've already made contact with the target figure. From the looks of it, she shouldn't have doubted me."

"Well, Patrick is really smart. Knowing that Brittany will choose to sell herself in a nightclub, he told the bosses of these entertainment venues in advance."

"Once they see Brittany, they would inform us immediately, and then let us go to pretend to be the guest. Otherwise, Brittany might really be sold to someone else."