THE DANCE FOR RICH MAN
Quen

Quen walked very gracefully through the night Club hallway towards the VIP room.

The beautiful girl was wearing a blood-red robe that covered her sexy body. Her beautiful face was covered with a black mask to the extent of her nose, so what was seen from her beautiful face was her sexy lips that were polished with red lipstick. Many upper-nose men stared at Quen until they did not blink, in their minds wanting the prima donna girl, but it was difficult to happen, because no one can get the girl even if they pay with millions of dollars or give all the property to the girl.

Precisely because the girl is difficult to have, making men from among the conglomerates curious about the girl even though she can only watch her erotic dance.

Quen's legs stopped in front of the VIP room. The two bodyguards standing at the door nodded at him and bowed the door to Quen.

“The VIP guest hasn't arrived yet, Quen. Please wait inside,” said one of the bodyguards to the girl.

“How long do I have to wait?! You know for yourself if I hate to be told to wait!” quen said in his haughty style.

One of the bodyguards raised his left hand to look at the circular watch there. “Fifteen minutes left, Quen,” he replied, inviting the girl in.

“Ck!” Quen clucked his throat, then immediately walked into the VIP room lazily. There had never been a VIP guest who made him wait like this for even a second.

Who was that VIP guest who had dared to make him wait that long?! Thought Quen.

Quen breathed a rough breath and sat himself on the single sofa in the VIP room that looks dim, because the VIP room was designed with minimal lighting. The girl felt very bored when she just sat on the sofa for 5 seconds. To him waiting fifteen minutes was like waiting 1 hour. Makes him really upset is amazing.

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“Mr Mike, what an honor for us because you are pleased to be present at the meeting tonight,” greet a bald man and a round stomach forward when welcoming the arrival of Mike at the Club that classy night, because only certain people can enter the Club.

Mike stared flat at the sycophant while putting his hands in his pants pocket. “To the point only! What do you want?” asked Mike while rubbing his nape that filled the tattoo. He felt uncomfortable being in the Club that was the music that made his ears hurt.

“Come on, sir, enjoy your time,” replied the bald man while chuckling softly.

“I don't have time to have fun!” mike answered coldly and flatly.

“I want to propose cooperation to you.” The bald man gave the code to his bodyguard to provide documents to him.

Mike grinned at the demon, right ‘kan kananya, if the man will propose cooperation to him, and will do a sneaky way to make him agree to the cooperation.

“You are out of luck, Sir,” replied Mike while dismissing the documents given to him.

The bald man was silent for a moment as his documents were brushed aside by Mike. Then he laughed bitterly to cover up his bad taste.

“Ha ha ha, your joke is very funny once, Sir!” said the bald man still laughing loudly.

“I'm not kidding at all! I think our meeting got here! Thanks for the invitation!” Mike said as he moved from his seat, followed by his bodyguard, then exited the Club that night.

The bald man stared intently at Mike's back, as he crumpled the documents in his hand. He felt humbled by the powerful man, but he could do nothing, because Mike was not his match, once a misstep could be his life at stake.

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“Master, you don't want to see the gift the bald man gave you? All I hear is that the gift that will be given to you is Quen, the famous erotic dancer,” bodyguard Mike said while in the car.

“I'm not interested at all!” firmly Mike.

“It's a shame, even though many men want to meet the girl,” replied the bodyguard.

“Maybe because I'm still sane so don't want to meet that girl! Erotic dancers? Of course the girl is a jal*ng!” suhut Mike from the back seat while shaking his head several times while taking a cigarette from the wrapper.

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