Chapter 545
Chapter 545:
The only issue was that Brenden didn’t quite match Roderick’s stature.
The manager eyed Brenden. “Are you six feet tall p>
Six feet was the firm height requirement for male escorts at Blue Star.
Brenden nodded confidently. “Yes p>
In reality, he was just shy of the mark at five feet eleven, but close enough to pass.
The manager looked skeptical but was swayed by Brenden’s striking appearance and charm, reluctant to turn him away.
After a moment, he relented. “Follow me p>
𝘛𝗁𝗼𝘶𝘀аոd𝘴 𝗈𝘧 𝗿𝘦𝗮𝖽𝘦𝘳𝘴 оո 𝗴𝗮𝗅𝗻𝗼𝘷еlѕ.𝖼о𝗺
He led Brenden inside and handed him a set of work attire. “You’ll start as a waiter. Get familiar with the environment tonight. In a few days, you can begin serving VIPs p>
At the service desk, the manager instructed the other waiters to guide Brenden.
A friendly waiter showed him the ropes, explaining the procedures.
Seizing an opportunity, Brenden slipped away, wandering until he reached The Okay Room.
Brenden couldn’t remember the precise name of Fiona’s room.
He opted to investigate the room before him.
Pushing open the door, he found several women lounging and chatting.
Their eyes lit up with intrigue the moment they saw him.
Under their intense, predatory stares, Brenden felt a chill.
“Sorry, wrong room!” he blurted, turning to leave quickly.
A woman stepped in his path, eyeing his waiter uniform with a sly smile. “Hold on. You’re exactly who we want p>
The other women gathered around, peppering him with questions.
“You’re new here, aren’t you p>
“So handsome! What’s your name? Serve us well, and we’ll request you next time—promote you to escort, no more waiting tables p>
Stunned, Brenden explained earnestly, “I’m not a waiter. I’m here looking for someone p>
One of the women’s expressions soured. “What’s that supposed to mean? I was ready to book your services, and you’re refusing p>
She flung a stack of cash at his face. “Do you still want to leave p>
Brenden’s face turned cold. “I’m not a waiter. Step aside p>
His refined, handsome features, even in anger, lacked menace, only making him more appealing to the women.
They found his defiance charming.
Suddenly, a woman pointed a gun at his forehead.
Brenden broke into a cold sweat.
“Let’s talk calmly,” he said, raising his hands.
“Turn around,” she ordered coldly.
He complied slowly.
“Take off your clothes p>
Gritting his teeth, Brenden shed his jacket, leaving only a white shirt that hugged his toned frame. The women’s eyes gleamed with desire.
“Keep going p>
Reluctantly, he removed his shirt.
Thanks to daily training, Brenden’s physique was sculpted and lean.
Clothed, he looked sleek; shirtless, he was striking.
The women, thrilled, showered him with compliments.
Brenden felt a mix of fear and fury under their eager gazes.
One woman eyed his belt buckle. “Take off the pants too p>
His face darkened. “That’s too far, don’t you think p>
Once a playboy with many girlfriends, Brenden had high standards for looks.