Taming The Billionaire's Obsession - Chapter 95: Chapter 95

Upon entering, Jane immediately sensed something indescribably odd about the club's decor and atmosphere. It wasn't the typical gilded luxury of high-end clubs, nor was it the understated minimalist design either.
In contrast, the club was dimly lit, draped with pink and purple curtains and crystal decorations, creating a strangely suggestive, almost unsettling atmosphere.
Jane approached the front desk and asked, "Hi, I'm looking for Chris. She told me to meet her here. Do you know which private room she's in?"
"You're looking for Chris?" The receptionist glanced up and gave Jane a once-over. The gaze swept over Jane from head to toe, lingering with a hint of surprise—and something else, something unspoken yet suggestive.
"Yes." Jane nodded firmly.
"One moment, I'll have someone show you in." The receptionist quickly summoned a male attendant to escort Jane inside.
Jane followed the male attendant deeper into the club. The further they went, the more unsettling it became—not a single soul in sight.
Jane asked cautiously, "Is your club even open during the day? I haven't seen a single other guest around."
Suddenly, Jane sensed that something was amiss. Most clubs don't open until after 5 or 6 in the evening. But in this club, after walking around for so long without seeing a single guest, Jane realized it was clear they weren't open during the day.
Jane thought, 'Wait a minute, if they're closed during the day, how could Chris invite me here? Why would they just let me walk right in?'
After Jane asked her question, the attendant leading the way ignored her and picked up his pace, leading her deeper inside.
A sudden sense of unease gripped Jane's heart. Without hesitation, Jane stopped dead in her tracks and spun around to leave. But just as she took a step forward, a towering figure abruptly materialized in the hallway ahead.
The man blocked Jane's path with a smirk. "Well, well, Ms. Ritter, where are you rushing off to in such a hurry? Oh, I see. A lady like you showing up at the club in broad daylight... must be here for some 'special fun,' huh?"
Out of nowhere, a sharply dressed young man in a checkered shirt stepped into the hallway, cutting off Jane's path. Though the man was undeniably handsome, an inescapable sleaziness radiated from his entire being.
Just looking at him made Jane's skin crawl. The sense of danger was creeping up Jane's spine like icy fingers. Instinctively, Jane turned to call for the attendant who had escorted her in.
But when she turned around, the attendant who had escorted her in had vanished into thin air. Jane's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to appear calm as she subtly edged backward.
Jane forced herself to sound calm as she said, "Sir, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm just here to meet a friend—she's inside and will be out any moment now."
Jane deliberately said she was meeting a friend, hoping to make the man back off. But instead of backing off, the man just leered at her, his grin turning even creepier. "Looking for a friend? Would that friend happen to be Chris?"
"Y-you... you know her?" Jane stammered, her face going pale. Jane thought of something, but she refused to believe it.
The man sneered and gave a mocking shrug. "Not her, but him. Don't you know, Ms. Ritter? The most famous top-tier escort at our club is named Chris."
"W-what... top-tier escort... Chris?" Jane gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief as the truth hit her. She had been set up. But she didn't know who would do that to her.
The man shrugged and smirked, thinking he was being suave. "Yeah, I'm Chris. When you came in, you went straight to the front desk and asked for me—the surveillance cameras caught it all. Relax, Ms. Ritter. Since you picked me, let's have a good time."
Before Jane could react, Chris lunged forward and seized her wrist in a vice-like grip. She struggled to resist when a handkerchief was clamped over her mouth. A strange chemical scent flooded her nostrils. The next moment, Jane blacked out.