I’ll Record It for You
The venue finally heated up.
Julie wanted to participate but had no strength, so she could only be a passive observer.
The man who was pole dancing spoke eloquently and pleasantly. There was no intent on seeking instant
benefit from his words, so it was hard not to like him.
“Oh, Miss, I’m drunk. I have to go to the washroom…”
Yvette waved her hand, “Go on!”
Her face was flushed, and she looked like a fairy that could blend into the night by flapping her wings. .
The guy to the side who had been singing looked a lot more introverted and blushed very easily.
When the other male escort went out, he came over with a glass of wine. “Miss, how about a drink?”
Yvette still had a glass in her hand and was just about to raise her hand to bring his glass over, but he
raised it and brought the glass to her lips.
Was he trying to feed her?
Yvette wanted to laugh. Seeing his unskilled look, Yvette knew that he was probably quite nervous.
He could not let anyone get the upper hand.
When the pole dancing guy opened the door to leave, Yvette took a sip from the glass. However, the
moment after she swallowed, she suddenly froze.
Lights were flashing outside, but it was enough for Yvette to see the person standing there clearly.
For a moment, Yvette wanted to find a hole in the ground to bury herself in.
That was what she thought, so that was what she did.
That foolish decision might be due to the influence of alcohol.
Yvette immediately turned around and tried to lie down to hide under the couch.
However, the space was too small.
The space under the table was also too narrow.
What other places were there?
Yvette looked around with a flustered expression, trying to find a place to hide, while everyone looked at
this scene in amazement.
A few seconds later.
Aman appeared in the doorway. The man stood there with a cold face. His eyes were gloomy.
When he saw the woman’s panicked appearance, the fire that surged in his heart instantly dissipated.
If Yvette knew how to hide, that meant there was still hope for her.
The man stood there like he was watching a show.
“Stop hiding. Ms. Nixon is still here…”
There were only a few people who went out with Yvette.
Julie lay on the sofa and blinked her bleary eyes as she looked at the tall figure that appeared in front of
her.
The man looked a little familiar. Julie patted the sofa beside her and slurred.
“Yvette, look at this new gentleman. Doesn’t he look like Lance?”
In an instant, Yvette’s body stiffened.
There was no way to hide.
She was exposed by Julie too.
Yvette closed her eyes. She turned around, looked at the door, and glanced around in confusion.
“W-Wha-? I’m drunk. I don’t know anything…”
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