Chapter 63 Being Attacked

• George paced back and forth in his spacious office, the dimly lit room creating an aura of mystery. He glanced at his reflection in the glass walls, adjusting his tie with an air of precision. The next day was the billionaire party, an event notorious for its opulence and indulgence. With a sly smile, he dialed a number on his phone.
• "Hey, Joy," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I need an escort for tonight, someone who can make heads turn and hearts skip a beat."
• Joy, his trusted accomplice, chuckled on the other side of the line. "Don't you worry, George. I've got you covered. I'll contact Caleb's company, and you'll have the best model by your side."