Chloe Sutton grinned at Cecilia Nathan and raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Everything was understood without a word.
Cecilia Nathan fell silent, her head suddenly starting to throb.
"Him… send him away. We don't want him anymore." Chloe Sutton pointed a finger and waved dismissively at the handsome guy.
The man looked up, somewhat in disbelief.
Noticing his fingers clench into a fist, Cecilia Nathan said softly, "We'll take him, then."
The man shuddered slightly.
He looked at Cecilia Nathan, his gaze wavering slightly.
Chloe Sutton smirked playfully and said to the man, "You're it."
The other men shot him jealous glances.
Today, Cecilia Nathan wore a simple white maxi dress, her hair falling to her waist. She looked both innocent and elegant.
The clientele here consisted mostly of wealthy older women; it was rare to see someone so beautiful.
Just then, one of the other men spoke up. "Ma'am, he doesn't take clients."
"He got that injury on his mouth for being defiant."
