Chapter 65

Camille’s POV

The doors of the salon were rattling furiously and most people got scared.

I exchanged a glance with a startled-looking Harriet who had her fists balled so tightly till her knuckles shone.

“OMG! Call the cops, I’m naked here and robbers are trying to gain access to the room.” A woman covered in a facial mask yelped.

“I don’t want to die, please someone do something, the service here is bad.” Another woman screamed and fell off her bed while wrestling with her masseur.

“Kindly relax everybody, it is all currently under control.” A lady in skinny jeans and a white shirt who seemed to be the one heading things, probably the manager said, and tried to insert the key to lock the door when it burst open.

Two men.

I’m sorry for the miscalculation so scratch that, five able-bodied men with rippling muscles came in lifting a golden chair. They looked like they were about to perform a circus.

“Oh! Did someone order some strippers b