'Ashley." Meadow said: "That day people spread the story about being in room 606. Now the whole Paradise Club knows that Ashley was in room 606 that day."

That's all she said, without many details.


She only talked about Ashley in the room, not what happened to Ashley in the room.

But obviously, Milan immediately understood.

In the blink of an eye, his eyes which had just calmed down shot out a sharp ray of light, falling straight into Meadow's face. Milan asked: "Who spread this story?"


'I just discovered this." Didn't she just ask Giselle about it? Meadow doesn't know about this either. After all, these stories have only been spreading secretly for two days. Hesitating a bit, Meadow said: "My guess is right, it's Luna, the personal attendant of room 606." 

That day, she just happened to catch Luna outside the room eavesdropping. Except for Luna, there is no second person.


'Let's go find her." Milan's eyes were cold as ice. He narrowed his eyes and asked Meadow something else. "What's wrong with Ashley's voice?"

Regarding this, that night Ashley gave Meadow 50,000. Meadow felt suspicious so she went to investigate.

'The new girl in the PR department named Antaram pulled Ashley into the VIP room, she made Ashley sing about 50 songs, all of them high-pitched songs."

Initially, there were only three guests in the room, Antaram and Ashley. Ashley didn't say this, it would sink to the bottom of the ocean and no one would know, but Antaram now told everyone in the PR department.

Meadow also knows.

Tyson said, "Damn it. How evil is this? This Antaram is truly a villain."

After Milan heard, a layer of dew condensed on his face. He nodded to Meadow: 'You call Antaram to room 606, wait for me."

After speaking, he walked towards the elevator.

Tyson followed behind Milan, clearly aware that his good friend was suppressing his anger.

The corner of his lips curled up, excitement flashed in Tyson's eyes... This time it was interesting.

When others bullied Ashley, Milan suppressed her anger... What does this prove?

Tyson's lips curled up again.

…

Room 606.

Luna and Antaram's eyes lit up with a small fire as they looked toward the two men sitting in the salon.

These two are truly amazing.

When Meadow told her subordinates to take Luna and Antaram to VIP room 606, they both thought a young master was coming to pick them up and called them by name.

Entering the room, Luna and Antaram's eyes immediately lit up.

Milan and Tyson, the two people in the Paradise Club are both big characters.

'Who is Luna? Who is Antaram?"

In the living room, Milan lazily sat on the sofa, his voice was low, neither fast nor slow.

"I am Antaram."

Luna glanced at Antaram next to her, she silently pouted... No way, when she saw a man, she had to run but someone else took the opportunity away.

Even though Luna thought so in her heart, she still refused to be weak and took a step forward, "I am Luna."

The glass table is set with wine and a tray of fruit. Tyson poured him a glass of wine, his eyes filled with joy as he took a sip of wine, looking at the two people in front of him dressed in revealing, elegant clothes, especially seeing the charm in the eyes of those two women. Tyson used the glass of wine to suppress the sarcasm on his lips.

'Who comes first?" Milan leisurely opened his mouth. Tyson was drinking, almost choking on his throat... if he spoke so vaguely, it would be misunderstood.

"Mr. Milan, I'll pour you some wine," Luna said tactfully.

Antaram did not want to be weak, deliberately lifted her plump breasts, smiled seductively, and said: 'Mr. Milan, Luna helps you pour the wine, I feed you fruit."

Tyson on the side smiled and looked at Milan. He nodded and said: "No hurry, everyone will come one by one."

Tyson wanted to laugh.

Unfortunately, the two people in front of us still don't know anything.

At this time, Meadow knocked on the door and came in, carrying a suitcase in her hand: "Mr. Milan, I brought what you wanted."

Under Milan's eyes, Meadow placed the suitcase on the glass table and opened the suitcase.

The moment the suitcase was opened, two voices rang out in the room and they took a deep breath together.

"Oh."

Luna and Antaram's eyes lit up as they stared at the pile of banknotes in the suitcase, their souls as if taken away.

The man on the lounge chair suddenly stood up, his figure as slim as a model's, immediately recalling the thoughts of the two women Luna and Antaram.

Milan conveniently grabbed a pile of money and threw it into the air right in front of the two women, his movements were extremely elegant. "You." He looked at Luna, looked at the woman contemptuously, and said coldly: "Lie down on the ground and pick up all the money."

Luna was surprised… 'Mr. Milan, this, this is not very good…"

'What's wrong with it? You just do it."

Luna's face stiffened, but after all, she was an expert, she immediately reacted, curling up and sulking: "Mr. Milan, you shouldn't make things difficult for me. I like you, not your money."

Tyson swears, he really can't help but laugh right now.

'Meadow, you should teach her a little more discipline." Luna's cooing and seductive eyes, even Milan's eyes did not want to look at her.

'Yes, Mr. Milan." Meadow's eyes were cold, "Luna, the customer is always right, the customer wants you to lie down, you have to lie down, the customer wants you to drink, you have to drink. You've been at Club Paradise for a long time, what's going on? You don't even know these points?"

'Meadow, I, I don't…"

"Some words should be said after thinking about them."

Hearing Meadow's words, Luna gritted her teeth and lay down.

"Pick up all the money on the ground."

Luna was not satisfied as she crawled to collect the money.

Just when she thought it was over, a faint command rang out in her head: "Shrink your waist, shake your butt, don't be like a dead fish."