Iris Nash didn't return to the private room.
She left the club, looked up at the pitch-black sky, and let her mind go blank.
After a while, as if making a decision, she took out her phone and called her brother.
"Brother, can you do me a favor?"
"What kind of favor?"
"Help me find some hostesses to serve Gabriel Miles at the Royal Court Suites and take photos to send to Eleanor Shaw."
She had a rough idea of why Gabriel Miles wanted to find her a male escort.
He wanted her to be labeled as promiscuous to ease the truth of his infidelity.
Once her hiring of male escorts was exposed, public opinion would be divided.
This way, it would be more natural for him to divorce her.
He could justify it by saying that it was her long-standing improper lifestyle that led to his depression and subsequent infidelity.
He and Eleanor Shaw were the true love.
Gabriel Miles, oh Gabriel Miles, this man is truly insidious, scheming against people his whole life.
"Alright, I'll arrange it."
