Chapter 400

Special Spending

He was delighted to hear her call him ‘honey’, but that was not enough to appease him. He raised the
lingerie… No, this isn’t even lingerie. Someone just decided to slap three pieces of cloth on a string and
call it a day. It’s smaller than my palm, and most of it is transparent! “I’d rather have my fun on the bed.

And I love… well, submissive women.” He tossed the lingerie to her and looked at the time. “You have
one minute. Get changed.” He got up and sat on the other side of the couch with his legs crossed. He
was like a king staring down at his subjects, and she thought he looked a bit majestic.

Veronica was shivering, and she sat up reluctantly. She took the lingerie off her face, and she felt like
screaming. “Matt, I-I’m tired. Can we not do this?” she asked.

“No,” he said curtly, as if even one more word would be a waste. Goddammit, Matthew. Fine! Gonna
use my trump card then. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to do it. It’s just… I’m on my period,” she lied,
her face red.

“Really? Take it off and let me see.” “I-I-I… I said I’m on my period.” I can’t take it off. How should I take
it off?

“Really? Take it off.” He did not care. Matthew looked languid, as if he was in control. He was making it
hard for her on purpose.

She thought about it for a moment and said, “Why don’t I take it off in the bathroom and take it to you?”
Oh my god. Is this his fetish or something?

“No. I won’t feel disgusted. Do it right here.” Hah. Let’s see how long you can keep up that lie. “Um…
Um…” she hemmed and hawed, but she still could not form a coherent sentence after a long time.

He looked at his wristwatch. “Ten, nine, eight…” He started counting down.



She knew him too well. Angering him would land her in a worse spot than she was now. After some
internal debate, she decided to go all out. “Fine, I’ll…” Someone knocked on the door again before she
could finish, and she heaved a sigh of relief secretly.

“I’ll get the door, Matt.” She laughed nervously. She had no idea why the waiter came, but he had
saved her. Just in time. I hope it’s something important. Best if we can leave this place. She happily
went and took the door, then she tilted her head to the side. “What is it?”

“Hello, Miss Murphy, I’m Frank. I’m the server you ordered. It’s an honor to serve you.” The handsome
man smiled at her, greeting her happily.

Veronica was a bit out of the loop. “Sorry? I don’t think I’ve ever ordered anything.” Matthew had come
over at that moment.

The man called Frank nodded at Matthew, and he continued, “Miss Murphy, I’m here to serve you. I
know you wanted the top three of the club, but don’t worry. You’ll be happy with m—”

She slammed the door shut before he could finish. She craned her neck stiffly and gulped. Larry, you
f*cker! You’re gonna kill me! She laughed dryly, but even she thought her laugh was fake. She looked
back, and indeed, what she saw was Matthew’s icy glare.

He put one hand in his pocket and raised her chin with the other. “What? You’re already dissatisfied
with me?”

“No, I…” She smiled, but she could feel her heart stopping. Someone knocked on the door again, but
she ignored it. Even so, the guy outside knocked on it even faster.

Matthew wrapped his arm around her waist. “Roni, we gotta have integrity. You asked for their top
servers, so don’t leave them hanging.” He took her to the entrance and opened the door.



There were three men standing outside the door, all of whom were six feet tall. One looked like a happy
guy, the other was handsome, and the last one looked devilish. They were all hot, but Veronica thought
she would be dead if she tried anything.

“Hello, Miss Murphy. I’m Harold, server number 880 of Club Kate. I’m from Bloomstead, just like you. I’ll
make sure you get the best experience of your life.”

“I’m Donald, Miss Murphy. I’m from Collins. We’re technically from the same town, so do call for me
next time. I’ll give you a discount.”

“Yes, Miss Murphy. You wanted all three of us to serve. Let us in and we can work.”

The men kept talking. They probably thought Matthew was a gigolo as well, so they did not hold back.

Veronica swore this was the first time in her life she felt so awkward and tormented. She almost wanted
to fall on her knees and begged them to stop. “Um… Are you sure you got the right woman? I didn’t call
for you.” She tried her best to stay calm.

“You paid us, Miss Murphy. We’re all going to serve you for a day and a night. You paid fifteen grand for
that. We’ll be in trouble if you don’t let us serve you.”

“That’s true.”

“Our boss specifically told us to make sure you’re happy before we can leave.”

She could see that they were genuine and serious. They were not embarrassed at all, but Veronica
could feel her face burning up. However, she also felt a chill run down her spine. That song of ice and
fire was killing her. “I said I didn’t—”



She wanted to say not, but before she could, Matthew cut in, “Fifteen five grand for a night with three
men. I guess you guys are competent. You spent the money, so we might as well use their service.
Don’t let it go to waste.” He took her back into the room. “Come in,” he told the men.

“Sorry?” She could not believe what she was hearing. Veronica shoved him away and turned around to
kick the door shut, then she locked the door and leaned against it. She was already huffing and puffing.
“Are you mad, Matthew? This is illegal!”

He put his hands into his pockets and smiled. “Not in Castron.” She blanched, and he chuckled. He had
actually called the men over to give them a massage, though he was surprised she was so shocked.

“I-It’s still not right. I’m your girlfriend, and you’re doing it along with three other guys? Where’s your
conscience?”

“What are you talking about? They’re just here to massage us. What do you mean? I don’t get it,” he
teased her. He knew what she was talking about, but he played dumb.


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