Faux Vows, True Desires novel Chapter 296

Neon Nectar Nightclub wasn’t really a male escort joint, but rather a club that only hired good-looking young guys, catering mostly to women. Many affluent ladies in Pinehurst enjoy splurging there.

It was not unusual for the situation to escalate beyond friendship once the guests and staff got chummy.

If a staff member got snagged by a wealthy female client and became her sugar baby, the club would politely show him the exit.

Many worked there for the high pay, while others saw it as a steppingstone to climb the social ladder.

Even though it was not officially a male escort club, people still labeled it as one due to those circumstances.

Lucinda and Cecilia, all dolled up, took a cab to Neon Nectar Nightclub and only went in once Tiffany arrived.

Tiffany knew that place like the back of her hand. She was a regular in a heartbeat.

Lucinda and Cecilia quickly confirmed their suspicions as many people inside knew Tiffany. Of course, they all called her by her alias.

The wealthy ladies greeted Tiffany enthusiastically when they saw her.

Lucinda nudged her and whispered, "Do you visit this place like every day or something? Seems like everyone knows you."

"I'm here to pitch my men's skincare products, these wealthy ladies are also my clients," Tiffany explained quietly. “Everything I do is for the dough. It's tough to make a buck on my own without a family backing me."

Lucinda said, "I heard from my husband that you just don't want to rely on your family, not that you don't have one to rely on. I think it's great that you're building your own business."

"Thanks for the compliment. I initially came here just to broaden my horizons. Out of professional instinct, I started selling skincare products from the Paisley group. They loved the results and gradually, people here started buying products from me. Not only did I make money, but it also boosted the popularity of the Paisley group's skincare products."

The Paisley group made their name in skincare.

As a professional make-up artist, Tiffany knew skincare products inside out. She recommended different products based on each person's skin condition and appearance. Naturally, people had faith in her once they saw the noticeable results from using the products recommended by her.

Cecilia asked curiously, "Aren't these wealthy ladies your regular clients? Hasn't anyone recognized you?"

"The women who come here aren't from the real upper crust. The real cream of the crop wouldn't dare to be seen here. They care deeply about their own and their family's reputation, being spotted here could tarnish their family's reputation, even jeopardize their marriages," This was why Tiffany needed to wear makeup.

Even though she was unwed, she was Miss Paisley from the Paisley Family, real blueblood.

"But some out-of-town female executives who come to Pinehurst on business do like to unwind here."

As for how far the service went, that was anyone's guess.

Cecilia nodded, "I get it now," Wealthy women didn't necessarily mean they belonged to high society.

Thinking about her current situation, Cecilia puffed out her chest, she was a rich lady at that point.

As for those from high societies, Cecilia had no intention of joining them. Like the Martinez family, even if she did join, she wouldn't be bullied too badly, but she wouldn't be able to live comfortably either.

She'd better wait for her divorce from Owen.

But at that time, Owen seemed to have completely given up on Ruby, did she still have a chance to get a divorce?

Thinking about it, Cecilia felt she needed to discuss the divorce with Owen sooner.

She just wanted to repay a favor and make a little money on the side but she didn't want to be tied down by him.

"I have some business to attend to, so I won't be able to join you. Tonight's expenses are on me, hope you have fun."

A familiar voice came.

It was Owen!

Cecilia saw him and instinctively shrank back, hiding behind Lucinda.

Owen's gaze soon shifted from Cecilia to Tiffany, but quickly returned to Cecilia, and he slowly walked towards her.

Cecilia was scared to death, “oh crap!” She was too impulsive!

“Don't be scared, you are covered with make up, Owen will definitely not recognize you!”

Cecilia kept telling herself not to be afraid, Owen wouldn't recognize her.

She still wore a smile on her face. As Owen stood before her, she grinned at him and said, "Hey handsome, fancy a drink? Join us for a couple of rounds."

Owen sized her up and down. Her voice sounded a lot like Cecilia's.

Her clothes were new; he had never seen Cecilia in such attire. It was a bit provocative, but the fabric was top-notch, a designer brand, easily worth a few thousand bucks. Cecilia was too frugal to splurge on such expensive clothing.

That woman's figure and height were strikingly similar to Cecilia's.

Up close, Owen found that woman even more familiar. If not for the intense perfume that clouded her natural scent, he would almost suspect that woman to be Cecilia.

Looking at that woman's companions, all unfamiliar faces. But the figure of the woman next to her reminded him of Lucinda.

Lucinda was the wife of his nemesis and a good friend of Cecilia's. He had a decent understanding of Lucinda and was very familiar with her figure.

"Handsome, why don't you join us for a few drinks?"

Cecilia had already started flirting, she could only keep it going.

She needed to dispel any doubts Owen might have about her.

Usually, she didn't flirt with Owen. Most of their encounters were filled with debates.