Just when Hans was about to open the door, suddenly there was a knock from outside. It turned out to be one of the hotel male servants.
Hans opened the door. Before Hans could ask the purpose of the waiter's arrival, that person had already seized the conversation.
"Sorry sir, I am a staff member from one of the gigolo service providers, who want to confirm the payment of the order on behalf of Miss Achiera. According to the identity she sent, she is staying in this room. Since earlier I contacted her, but there was no response," the person reported.
"Achiera?" Hans clicked. His heart felt like it was going to stop beating. Could it be just the same name?
"Yes, that's right. Achiera Grey. Last night, Miss Achiera contacted us to order a gigolo and claim to live here. Am I in the wrong room? But the room number is correct as stated in the information we got from Miss Achiera."
"Don't be kidding! What did my wife order a gigolo for?" Hans shrieked.
