Chapter 18

“Vermouth,” Iris answered faintly as she met Leigh’s gaze. Leigh beckoned her over with a wave of his hand. “Come here, Vermouth.” Iris did not know what he wanted from her, yet she obediently walked up to him, “Sir, what can I do for you?” “You’re good at massaging?” “Yes.” “Why don’t you massage me then?” Iris immediately nodded dutifully. Certainly, she did not expect this man to choose her. Perhaps it was because he was in dire need of a massage. Leigh took a look at her before he casually chose a seat in the corner, away from the other girls. Iris sat beside him silently and began massaging him. Her skills were indeed spectacular, all his aches and soreness were gone in an instant. Meanwhile, everyone around was baffled. Why would someone as handsome as Leigh choose an ugly girl when there were so many gorgeous girls ready to serve him? The girls felt jealous of Iris, while the other man came to his senses and proceeded to take a seat next to Le