The Escort Man's
SUPERVISE
Oscar unrolled the paper Madame Brennen had tucked in her pocket. Oscar deliberately went to the toilet for a moment to read the contents of a letter from Madame Brennen.
"Room 121."
Oscar thinned his lips after reading a message from Madame Brennen. The man crumpled the paper containing the message, then doused it with water until it was destroyed, before throwing it into the trash.
After slightly tidying up her performance, Oscar came out of the toilet, and circulated his gaze to every corner of the room, in search of Madame Theron's whereabouts. The old woman was still busy talking to one of her colleagues.
It doesn't seem like a problem if Oscar sneaks up for a while. Oscar will be back again in thirty minutes!
Yeah!
Thirty minutes is enough to make Aster and just vent Oscar's longing for the old virgin's body.
But Aster is no longer a spinster!
Oscar tasted it yesterday!
"Mr Petrichor, where are you going?" Reprimanded one of Madame Theron's bodyguards as Oscar hebdak stepped into the elevator.
Damnit damnit!
The old woman apparently brought along her bodyguard so that Oscar would not run away!
Or maybe it's on Naomi's recommendation that she might know that Madame Brennen is also coming to the show tonight? She's like a CCTV camera that knows everything!
"I just want to go upstairs to smoke!" Oscar answered, pointing out the cigarette pack in his hand.
"You want to smoke with me?" Oscar's offer was immediately rejected by Madame Theron's bodyguard.
Damnit damnit!
"You'd better go back to accompany Madame Theron to see her client" suggested one of the bodyguards still intercepting the Oscar.
"I know my job and I don't have to be pretentious to set me up like this!" Oscar's jolt was upset before the man turned around and walked up to Madame Theron again. The elderly woman who just divorced from her husband a few months ago immediately grabbed Oscar's arm affectionately and introduced Oscar to all his business colleagues.
Of course Madame Theron did not say that Oscar was a paid man who accompanied her to the party. Oscar is a psychology consultant for ambitious business women who can always provide solutions to all their problems.
A perfect cover created by Naomi Olsen!
And now, Oscar saw the annoying woman standing in the corner of the party room holding a drink in her glass and watching Oscar in silence.
Goddamn bum!
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"It's great to be with you tonight, Madame!" Oscar said as he bowed politely, then the man kissed the back of Madame Theron's hand sensually until the old woman's face flushed slightly.
"Thank you for everything, Oscar!" Madame Theron answered, taking a check out of her bag.
"Tip for you because you've been acting amazing tonight!" Madame Theron said again while dropping the check on Oscar.
Oscar immediately thinned his lips to see the number listed on the check, although in Oscar's heart did not stop grumbling.
"Basic stingy old lady!"
At the same time, Naomi's car had stopped in front of Madame Theron's residence. Of course it was beyond the expectations of Oscar and Madame Theron himself.
"Nao! You picked up Oscar?" Guess Madame Theron as Naomi gets out of the car and smiles. The woman was still wearing the same dress she had worn at the party. Does that mean that Naomi is indeed trailing Oscar tonight?
"He's one of my most valuable agents Madame! So I have to make sure that she does her job properly tonight" Naomi revealed her reason for picking up Oscar tonight.
"He's done a good job, Nao!" Madame Theron was satisfied.
"Thank God then, Madame! I'm happy if you're satisfied with the service of our psychology agency" said Naomi again because there are several bodyguards Madame Theron who also listened to their chat. Professionalism and secrets must be kept!
"We're both going straight away, Madame!"
"Good night and good rest!" Naomi finally ended her bases with Madame Theron
Madame Theron did not reply and went straight into her luxurious mansion. Naomi turns to her car with Oscar trailing behind the thirty-five-year-old woman.
"Your driver just fired you, huh? Until you came here to pick me up?" Oscar asks cynically after the man catches up with Naomi in the car.
"I told you, if I'm the one who's gonna step in to watch your moves!" Naomi answered while pressing the gas pedal and driving her sports car at high speed.
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