Chapter 157

"That woman just didn't look like a prostitute." Rochelle frowned and said slowly, "It's not every day you see a client make the prostitute pay for the room. And did you notice that air of sophistication about her, despite the simple clothes? "It's all designer brands. Those shoes alone could set you back 20,000 dollars. Has the world of prostitution really become this luxurious?" "What are you suggesting then?" Gilbert joined in, his brow creased. Rochelle lit a cigarette in the lounge, crossing her legs with an air of practiced elegance. "Perseus must have a sugar mommy or something. I mean, who casually gives away a Maybach? That car costs millions. "And now he's dating Camilla—the hospital beauty, the woman everyone calls a goddess. Why would he even consider a prostitute?' "A sugar mommy?" Gilbert pondered. He knew that even men with beautiful partners sometimes seek prostitutes. It was not always about looks, but sometimes it was the excitement of the forbidden. A child w