Chapter 753

Chapter 753“I know him,” Nathalia remarked, smiling carefreely while cupping her face with her hand.
When he sat down earlier, she had already taken a proper glance at the man's face. She just didn't
expect Harry to be this close to an artist like him.
Jerry's lips curled as he eyed her briefly. “We're acquainted, but this is our first time seeing each other
in person.”
“How did you guys meet?” Harry prompted.
Jerry grabbed a glass of champagne and took a couple of sips. “I met my current sugar mommy
through her.”
“Pfft!” Evan spewed a mouthful of liquor. “Are you that broke that you've resorted to selling your own
body, Jerry?”
“I wouldn't have chosen to appear on TV if I weren't broke.” The man shrugged as he leaned back into
the couch. Unlike the elegant, gentlemanly character he portrayed on TV, there was something feral
about his real-life presence.
“My body's worth a lot, you know? If you guys were to do what I do, those sugar mommies probably
wouldn't even spare you ten grand.”
“You're unbelievable, Jerry.” Evan truly admired him.
Harry knew Jerry well enough to not have to press him for answers. Meanwhile, Nathalia continuedsmiling while occasionally taking a sip of her champagne, not having much of a conversation with Jerry.
The private room maintained its loud ambience.
After a few glasses of champagne, Nathalia needed to use the restroom. Seeing that the private room's
cubicle was occupied, she headed outside.
The woman walked toward the public restroom, pretending as though she hadn't noticed someone
following her.
Making a turn, she glanced at a corner of the ceiling discreetly. After confirming there were no
surveillance cameras, she reduced her walking speed before suddenly grabbing the person behind her
and barging into an empty private room.
To maintain the privacy of its clients, all of Remark Bar's rooms had no glass windows.
The room plunged into darkness once again as the door closed.
Nathalia pinned the man against the wall. When her eyes had adapted to the darkness a few seconds
later and she had caught a glimpse of the man's features, she stood on her toes, looped her arms
around his neck, and pressed her lips hard against his.
The man readily bent forward, placed a hand on her waist, and pulled her closer to him, returning the
kiss.
He soon became the dominant one, feeling his core tighten as he sucked on the woman's sweet,
champagne-flavored lips. It wasn't long before Nathalia felt her knees weaken. She was running out of breath.
However, she returned to her senses at the realization that she was no longer the one in control and bit
the man's lip furiously, refusing to let go even after tasting blood in her mouth.
Armand didn't stop either. Instead, he held her tighter and brushed the tip of his tongue against her
lower lip.
Finally, Nathalia let go of him and licked the blood off his lips while clinging harder to his neck, afraid
her legs would give way.
“Would you have allowed yourself to be dragged into a dark room by just anyone?” she demanded
coldly.
“Of course not.” The man's breath tickled her lips as he chuckled. “I had my suspicions all this while,
but I knew it was you the moment you grabbed onto me. Did you recognize me too?”
“Aren't you Jerry Pann?” Nathalia bluffed, gazing into the man's eyes. “The pretty boy who claims his
body is worth so much? I'll pay you to serve me, how about that?”
Her words evoked Armand's jealousy in an instant.
Pushing her against the wall, the man began to kiss her hard once again, letting go of her only when
she was about to suffocate.
“Jerry's family is currently serving the Homptons,” Armand explained in frustration. “He and Harry getalong well too. They even go surfing together sometimes. All those guys back there know what Jerry's
like.”
Realization dawned on Genevieve. “I was wondering why an artist seemed to be so close to the
Homptons.”