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In the hall, a luxurious yet contentious atmosphere enveloped the space, leaving Chi Mu Jiu feeling bewildered by the sudden enthusiasm of the crowd around her.
"Master?"
What kind of ridiculous title was that? Chi Mu Jiu felt speechless, her brows knitting tightly together.
Before she could figure out how to reject these inexplicable people, a tide of men and women surged in from the staircase.
"Master! We finally get to see you!"
The women’s eyes shimmered with tears, their emotions bubbling over as if they wanted to unleash all their pent-up passion at once.
Chi Mu Jiu was genuinely taken aback by their reaction.
Instinctively, she shrank back toward the other side of the sofa.
(Where's the antidote? Someone bring me the antidote!!)
These people were the sexual slaves she had won back at the casino that day.
The commotion naturally drew in her brothers who had been waiting outside, rushing in to assess the situation.
Armed and alert, they shouted:
"Step back! Quickly!"
Their guns trembled in their hands, the dark muzzles exuding an air of threat.
The women looked at the shaking guns, fear etched across their faces.
They huddled together in terror, retreating without daring to resist even slightly.
"Madam! You—"
One of her subordinates was about to ask if she needed anything, but Chi Mu Jiu shook her head slightly first.
"I'm fine; I just don't understand why they are so enthusiastic about me."
"I'll head back to my room. Let Duoheng know to come find me after he finishes."
As she spoke, she yawned, her face weary and exuding a hint of languor.
"Madam, your ankle is red; you should change into a pair of slippers."
As Chi Mu Jiu was about to rise and express her discomfort from wearing high heels, a male voice interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw the man again.
He had a prominent nose, a strong jawline, and healthy, sun-kissed skin. Overall, he appeared somewhat handsome. Surrounding him were several women, some holding fresh bed linens while others carried disposable toiletries. It seemed they had been assigned the task of cleaning the rooms.
The man held a pair of disposable slippers in his hand, intending to offer them to Chi Mu Jiu, but he was blocked by two of his subordinates.
Chi Mu Jiu was somewhat surprised by his fluent Mandarin.
"Madam, my name is Ze Jin. We are all here because you won us back from the casino."
Even though Ze Jin was obstructed, his fluent words reached Chi Mu Jiu's ears without hindrance.
"Yes, I know."
Chi Mu Jiu replied lightly as the disposable slippers were presented before her. At that moment, Ze Jin looked at her with an expression of anticipation; the light in his eyes seemed to grow brighter and more dazzling.
"Thank you, but I prefer my own shoes. If you want beauty, you must pay the corresponding price."
"You are the second person to say that to me."
She casually tossed the slippers into a corner of the sofa. With her high heels clicking against the floor, she entered the private elevator without looking back.
Before the doors closed, she instructed her brothers not to make things difficult for these people.
However, Ze Jin continued to gaze at the slowly closing elevator doors, his eyes lingering for a long time.
Suddenly, a slap landed on his forehead.
"Kid! What are you staring at? That’s our Madam! Keep looking and I’ll gouge your eyes out!"
As the doors gradually shut, he couldn't catch the rest of the words before the elevator ascended.
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