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At this moment.
Orchid Club Hotel, 33rd floor, Presidential Suite.
Leslie stepped in with her 10-inch high heels, swaying her skirts as she opened the door to Room 888 with her keycard.
Once inside
She heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom.
She casually put down her bag, took out her lipstick, and checked her makeup in the mirror. After making sure everything was in order, she applied another layer of lipstick and flashed a charming smile, hiding her excitement.
Just ten minutes ago, Young Master Sinclair found her, gave her a card, and asked her to accompany Lord Lawrence tonight. If she could successfully seduce him into bed, he would even give her extra money.
Leslie was no ordinary woman. Having spent a long time in the Orchid Club, she knew the importance of Baron Lawrenceâs name.
Even in a place like Orchid Club, where everyone you meet is either wealthy or a second generation, this man stood at the top of the pyramid!
If she could get involved with Baron Lawrence, her future worth would be immeasurable.
How could she let such a rare opportunity slip away?
She knew the kind of woman that would attract men the most wasnât one who only acted pitiful, but rather, an aloof and composed woman. The more aloof, the more it would elicit a manâs desire to conquer.
She put down her bag and sat on the sofa, taking in the luxurious Presidential Suite that cost more than 9,000 for one night. She hadnât been in the suite upstairs many times, but it truly was glamorousâ¦n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
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At that moment, the vibrating phone on the table caught her attention.
Leslie glanced at the phone and saw Enna Clarkâs name on the screen.
A woman?
She seductively glanced toward the bathroom, hearing the loud splashing sound. Baron seemed to still be taking a shower.
Leslieâs eyes flashed, and she picked up the phone, answering, âHello?â Why did a woman answer? Enna thought she was hearing things and checked the phone number. It was indeed Baron Lawrenceâs number. She put the phone back to her ear and asked, furrowing her brow, âHello? Iâm looking for Baron
Lawrence.â
âLord?⦠Heâs taking a showerâ¦â Leslie seemed to be telling the truth, but her words were full of ambiguity.
Enna could hardly believe her ears, âYou say, heâs taking a shower?â âYes, donât you hear the sound of the shower?â
She could indeed hear the sound of water splashing on the other end. Enna clenched her phone, âImpossible!â
âBelieve it or not, thatâs up to you.â Leslie checked the time, and without waiting for her to ask, said calmly, âAlright, Iâm hanging up. If you have anything, call back tomorrow.â
With that, she hung up the phone, deleted the call history, and put the phone back on the table.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
âClickâ, the door opened.
The tall, cold-eyed man was dressed in a bathrobe, barely covering his muscular chest. As he wiped his short hair with a towel, his sharp eyes noticed the unexpected guest in the room.
Leslie met his gaze as she walked towards him in her high heels, naturally raising her hand, âLord, let me help you dry off.â
Her hand was fair and beautiful; even her fingers were painted with red nail polish. Under the light, it looked enchanting and alluring. But just as she reached out to him, the cold man stepped aside, his thin lips barely touching as he spat a single word, âGet lost!â
Leslie was stunned.
She had never been rejected by a man before. She was taken aback by the first-ever brutal rejection..