Chapter 88 Trevon Wilcox

Callie took a deep breath and nervously walked through the front door, only to be stopped by a waiter who eyed her up and down. “Who are you looking for?” “…Trevon Wilcox on the third floor.” The waiter's hand dropped, and he handed her a card, his eyes filled with a vague contempt, as if he had seen many like her. Callie took the card but didn't go straight to the third floor. Instead, she found the restroom, where she removed her jacket. Underneath, she was wearing a long dress she had bought for forty or fifty bucks. The material wasn't great, but she tore it all the way up to her thigh, revealing her slender legs. She then tucked the straps into the dress, transforming it into a sexy short skirt. After fixing her hair and applying bright red lipstick, the woman staring back at her in the mirror looked stunning and alluring. Women came and went, glancing at Callie’s actions with disdain, but they were used to such sights. There was no other way. Besides throwing money around,