Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2310

“Understood.

” Dulcie nodded, finding comfort in the straightforwardness of the instructions.

As Phillis had promised, it seemed like a straightforward job.

Dulcie possessed the skills to sing, dance, and hold her liquor, and she was open to learning new tasks like rolling dice.

As Baxter gripped the doorknob, he emphasized the importance of her role.

“Remember, you volunteered for tonight.

If you fail to perform your duties and displease the VIPs in the private room, our bar won’t take responsibility,” he said.

“Just follow their lead.

Understand?”

Dulcie nodded in affirmation.

“Got it.

”

With a slow creak, Baxter opened the door to the private room, unleashing a barrage of loud DJ music.

Inside, the dim lighting intermittently illuminated the room, revealing five or six individuals lounging on the sofa.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol as they conversed and laughed amongst themselves.

Standing at the threshold, Dulcie hesitated, her timidity momentarily holding her back from entering the Lively scene.

Concerned that Dulcie might decide against it, Baxter gently nudged her into the private room before closing the door behind her.

“You don’t have to be here if you don’t want to, but don’t waste my time,” he complained, frustrated by her initial reluctance, and then retreated to a quiet corner to update Phillis on the situation.

“Miss Perez, mission accomplished.

She’s inside,” Baxter reported, relieved to have fulfilled his part of the arrangement.

“Excellent work,” Phillis responded promptly, proceeding to transfer the agreed payment to Baxter and call Kyson.

However, her attempt to contact Kyson met with failure as his number appeared unreachable.

Fuming with frustration, Phillis vented her anger.

“How could Kyson block my number? How dare he ignore someone of my caliber, educated and wealthy! I refuse to believe he would choose a poor and lowly woman like Dulcie!”

Decisively, Phillis retrieved another phone and composed a message to Kyson.

Kyson was at the Shaw family’s villa.

The sound of water ceased in the bathroom.

Emerging from within, he draped himself in a loose, charcoal-gray bathrobe, his muscular arms lazily half-raised as he towel-dried his short, damp hair.

His beautiful eyes exuded a leisurely allure, set above a prominent nose bridge.

With noble features and a captivating smile, he exuded charm, The water droplets clinging to his skin accentuated his allure.

Following his shower, he habitually enveloped himself in a snug bathrobe, eschewing the use of a towel to cover his waist.

It wasn’t due to any lack of physical fitness.

Instead, the scars from the beatings and torture he endured remained etched onto his body, permanent reminders of his past.

He despised his marred physique to such an extent that he avoided even glancing at it.

Only when fully clothed would he dare to cast his gaze upon his reflection in the mirror, focusing solely on his face and nothing else.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

It was a text message.