Chapter 24 Dear, Male Escort

• Antonia Traver's POV
• A chill ran down my spine as I contemplated, and I quickly texted the debt-paying male escort, 'Are you still alive, my dear? I'm so sorry for being greedy. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have sold you to the three wealthy women. I'm sorry. I'm repenting for my sins now. Please forgive me…'
• After sending more than a dozen text messages, I still received no reply. I tried calling several times, but no one picked up the phone. I waited from early evening until late at night, dragging my tired body, looking for him in the bar.