His Destructive, Toxic Love
Chapter 199

Eliza swayed gracefully in her flowing gown, her bold makeup only enhancing her allure. She never expected to run into Casper here. As she danced, her heart pounded with anxiety, worried he'd recognize her. But he seemed engrossed in conversation with the man beside him, barely glancing her way. That helped her relax a bit.

The dancers were giving their all, and the men around them were busy toasting and clinking glasses. After a few numbers, Mr. Young pointed at Eliza and said to Casper, "Mr. Casper, this is the new girl. Look at that glow! And that waist-so slender and soft. I got a closer look last time; her touch was unforgettable..."

Mr. Young licked his dry lips with lingering desire. "She's a real delight and perfect for sharing. Mr. Casper, we're pretty laid-back here. Feel free to touch, kiss, or whatever you like with them. If you want to take her for the night, that'll cost extra."

Patting his chest with bravado, Mr. Young added, "But it's just a bit of money. If you fancy her, it's on me."

Casper, holding his drink, glanced at the dancing Eliza again. His look was brief before he turned back to Mr. Young, "Have you been with her?"

"Not yet. If you're interested, she's all yours first."

Casper suddenly laughed, clinking his glass with Mr. Young's. "Then I must thank you, Mr. Young."

"Think nothing of it."

Mr. Young couldn't handle his liquor. A few drinks in, and he was out cold. After sending him home, Casper called for Lydia.

"Your dancers are quite something. I'd like another show," he said, handing her a black card. "Charge it."

"Right away, Mr. Casper. I'll have the girls out in a moment."

Eliza, heavily made-up and masked, joined the end of the line. She didn't know if Casper had requested another show because he recognized her or just wanted more entertainment. She hoped it was the latter.

As the music started, the dancers moved sensually, captivating the audience. Casper's eyes were fixed on Eliza, who dared not meet his gaze. After the dance, he gestured for Lydia to come over. "Can I take one of the dancers with me?" he asked, lounging comfortably like he owned the place.

Lydia had seen plenty of wealthy clients. Usually, it was the older ones looking for a night with the young dancers. Casper was young and handsome. That was a rarity.

"It won't be cheap," Lydia cautioned,

not wanting to offend such an

important client. The dancers here were renowned for their beauty, each one carefully selected. The price for their company was steep-two hundred thousand for a night.

"Do I look like I can't afford it?" he asked, elegantly taking a drag from his cigarette before pointing to Eliza at the back. "Her, how much for a night?"

Even without looking up, Eliza felt Casper's gaze on her. She lowered her head even more.

"Mr. Casper, that dancer doesn't

offer such services." Lydia tried to divert his attention to another young, attractive dancer. "How about her? She's even younger, skilled, and has a sweet mouth that'll make sure you're very satisfied."

The girl stepped forward but froze under Casper's intense stare.

"Her," he insisted, eyes still on Eliza. "One million for a night. Ask her if she'll come with me."

One million? The sheer generosity of the wealthy was staggering.

"I'll ask her."

Lydia knew Eliza needed money desperately, and a million for a night was a golden opportunity. Plus, it was a young man making the offer, far more appealing than the @sual older clients.

"What do you say?" Lydia whispered.

Eliza longed for that million, but this was Casper, and she just couldn't go through with it.