Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 74: Approval into High Stakes

Chapter 74: Approval into High Stakes

In the boss’s office, Chloe and the boss sat in front of the giant screen, watching everything unfold. No shame. No flinching. Just blank faces as the raw, unfiltered sounds filled the room like they were standing right there, front row.

Did that mean they weren’t feeling anything? Hell no. Their expressions were statues, but inside? Different story.

"I see." The boss sighed, nodding slowly, their gaze never leaving the screen.

Chloe, arms crossed, glanced over. "So? What do you think?"

The boss was quiet for a second, considering, before their eyes flicked to Chloe. "What’s the exact agenda here? Why’d you bring him again?"

Chloe smirked. That was her boss for you—straight to the point. No bullshit. No unnecessary hype. Just results.

She let the silence hang for a beat, then shrugged. "Justin’s got potential. If you agree, we give him a membership. Maybe you meet him. We will benefit from him—he’ll be useful."

That was it. No all-ass introduction. No dramatic speeches about his greatness. That shit wasn’t necessary. The fact that the boss had sent Isabella to test him? That already said everything.

Isabella wasn’t just anybody. She was next in line after Chloe herself. The boss didn’t just throw her at random men like some cheap party trick—in fact, Isabella wouldn’t be allowed near something cheap as testing someone.

Using her as a test meant the boss already thought Justin was worth something.

So really, all Chloe had to do now was not ruin it with over-explaining. No "strike while the iron’s hot" bullshit. If this place worked like that, it’d be flooded with cocky, useless millionaires.

Instead, she stayed chill. Cool. Let it breathe.

The boss’s eyes flicked back to the screen just in time to catch Justin leading Isabella in his hands into the bedroom of the private suite. A slow, amused smile tugged at the boss’s lips as the man stood there, stark naked, still fully hard—staring straight at the hidden camera.

Then, just before the camera lost signal—he smirked.

A villain’s smirk.

The screen cut to black.

A beat of silence.

Then, finally, the boss exhaled. "No." Her lips curled slightly. "He’s not just useful." Leaned back, fingers tapping against the desk.

"He’s gonna be a great asset. But we’re giving it more time to see more of him. Keep him in the dark—let him think you only brought him here to reel in a big fish. Which he did."

Chloe nodded, already expecting that answer.

"I’ll contact you when it’s time for the next meeting."

"Got it." Chloe turned on her heel and strolled out, her job done for the night.

Two hours. That’s all it took for her and Justin to secure their goals.

For her? Mission was simple—make sure her man had his foot in the door with Black Rose. And after tonight? Oh, he was already in the damn books. Maybe not officially, but soon. Very soon.

Chloe smirked to herself. Thank fuck.

Mission accomplished!

And honestly?

She couldn’t be any fucking happier.

*****

The Lamborghini Revuelto tore through the neon-drenched streets of Las Vegas, the engine growling like a damn beast, swallowing the night whole. The city was alive—clubs pulsing, lights flickering, people stumbling out of casinos, clinging to their last chips like their lives depended on it.

Justin barely spared them a glance. One hand on the wheel, the other resting lazily on Chloe’s thigh.

The car sliced through the strip, weaving through traffic before hitting the freeway. The moment they were clear, he let the beast roar, the deep purr of the engine shaking through their chests.

Chloe smirked. "You just had to fuck her, huh?"

Justin shrugged, shifting gears. "It would be disrespectful not to."

They sped past the glitzy chaos and into Summerlin—where the real money lived. No flashing lights, no broke tourists, no desperate gamblers. Just pure, silent wealth. The kind that didn’t flex—it just existed.

And at the very top of it?

Black Mansion.

The Lambo purred as they pulled into the long, tree-lined driveway. The massive black gates sensed Justin’s presence before they even reached them, parting smoothly like they knew better than to make him wait.

The car slid into the compound, the headlights casting sharp shadows against the modern, glass-covered mansion.

Justin killed the engine. Silence. Just the hum of the warm Vegas night.

Inside, their fingers were still entwined, Chloe’s thumb brushing lightly over his. She turned to him, eyes searching.

"You sure about this?" Her voice was soft, but the weight was there.

Justin’s lips curled slightly. He nodded. "Yeah."

"No hesitation, huh?"

"Nope."

She didn’t say anything for a second, just held his gaze like she was trying to read something he wasn’t saying. Then, her lips pursed.

"...What about Selena?"

That earned a slow blink. Then, a dry chuckle. "What about her?"

Chloe gave him a look. "You know what. She cool with me just...staying?"

Justin exhaled through his nose. "You act like this is your first time sleeping over."

"Yeah, but usually your parents are here," she shot back, her brows lifting. "This is the first time it’s just you, inviting me." She leaned in slightly, voice dropping into something playfully dramatic. "Are you sure she won’t be like—" She put on an exaggerated, older-woman voice: "’Oh dear, you let that girl corrupt my sweet nephew in my own house!’"

Justin let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "You do not sound like her."

Chloe grinned. "I wasn’t trying to. That was just my generic rich auntie impression."

"Shit was terrible."

"Fuck you, it was gold."

He glanced at her, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Selena won’t care."

"Mm. You sure?"

"Chloe." His voice dropped, tone slow. "She literally likes you. You could move in tomorrow, and she’d probably be happier than me."

Chloe hummed, tilting her head. "Happier than you? Meaning you would be happy?"

He shot her a look. "That’s not what I said."

"But it’s what you implied."

He sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Are we really doing this right now?"

Chloe grinned, victorious. "We absolutely are."

Justin exhaled sharply—half a laugh, half an are you serious sigh.

"Chloe."

"I’m just saying—"

"You’re staying here."

Chloe arched a brow. "Oh? Just like that?"

"Yes, just like that."

"Right. And that has nothing to do with tonight?"

His jaw tensed, but the smirk was still there. "Why the fuck would I send you home alone after tonight?"

Chloe scoffed. "Mmmhmm. Sounds noble. But also sounds like bullshit."

Justin didn’t answer immediately, just leaned back, running a hand through his hair, eyes lazily meeting hers.

"Chloe."

"Justin."

A smirk tugged at her lips. "You like me, don’t you?"

He snorted. "Don’t start."

"Oh, I’m starting. I love starting." She grinned, shifting closer. "Big, bad Justin Black, going soft for a—"

"Chloe." His voice dropped, a warning.

She bit her lip to hold back a laugh. "Okay, okay. I’ll shut up. For now."

Tomorrow was going to bring in even more chaos.