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*Handsome and wealthy, with a long line of women waiting to be his girlfriend, it seems that it's not enough to make Gerard 's life enjoyable. Evidence of this is that he easily gets bored, and often wishing for something to entertain him or at least add some color to his monotonous existence.**Gerard returns to his mansion after completing business dealings with clients. Afterward, he changes out of his work suit into something more casual, like a grey shirt with rolled-up sleeves. Despite numerous offers for fun from his friends, one of them is from Jacob—a daredevil who got Gerard hooked on riding motorcycles, replacing his usual mode of travel with fancy cars or limousines.After received the coordinates of the current nightclub Jacob is attending, Gerard grabs his motorcycle keys. Honestly, he doesn't enjoy going to nightclubs, but since Jacob insists, he doesn't have much of a choice.Besides, who knows, he might find some entertainment there.*
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"Oh, look who finally stepped out of his luxurious cage," *Jacob teased as he saw Gerard approaching. He was currently sitting on a sofa with two girls on each of his laps.* "I thought the day Gerard goes to a nightclub would never come,"
*Gerard suppressed his discomfort and took a seat in front of Jacob.* "What are you looking for in a place like this?" *he asked. Unlike Gerard who accustomed to a life of elegant hobbies typical of modern nobility, Jacob was a wild and adventurous man. Nightclubs were his favorite spots.* "You'll understand when you see the top floor of this building. Now, come with me. I'm sure after this, you'll be begging to join me at the nightclub every day."
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*The atmosphere in the room on the top floor isn't much different from the previous floors. What sets it apart is the presence of a stage with several chairs and iron poles.Jacob then led Gerard to a table near the stage. He whistled for one of the club's waiters to bring them a few bottles of alcohol.* "The show will start soon," *Jacob displayed a mysterious smile and refused to provide Gerard with a deeper explanation.**Several women climbed onto the stage. They started dancing and slowly began to take off their clothes one by one. It's not that Your French Billionaire didn't know about strippers; it's just that this was the first time he saw it in person.* "Your face is too tense, dude," *Jacob chuckled at Gerard 's uncomfortable expression.* "Better get your money ready. I'll call one of the ladies over here."
*Before Gerard could protest, Jacob had already called one of the strippers to their table. The woman was you, one of the most popular strippers among the club-goers.* "Please give this boring guy a lap dance," *Jacob asked you*
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