Chapter 18
Author: Mirage Sha
last update2025-01-09 00:38:10

Simon stood before the bathroom mirror, his gaze steady as he dialed Beckley’s number. His reflection remained composed, though his mind was calculating every detail of what was to come.

“Beckley,” Simon said, his tone smooth yet commanding. “I need a favor. Bring me the most popular male celebrity present at this event. Have him meet me in the men’s bathroom. Immediately.”

Beckley responded with his usual promptness. “Consider it done, young master. He’ll be there in two to three minutes.”

Simon slipped his phone back into his pocket, his jaw tightening as he awaited the final piece of his plan. Minutes later, Paris, a well-known celebrity with a sharp, charismatic presence, entered the bathroom. His every movement screamed confidence, a man used to attention and luxury. He smirked when he saw Simon, curious yet unbothered.

“Mr. Simon,” Paris greeted casually. “What’s this about?”

Simon wasted no time with small talk. “I need you to help me with something. You’ll be compensated gene
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