The Divorce Prescription (Celina and Adam)

Celine nodded. "Okay."

The three of them passed by the bar in the restaurant, where loud heavy metal music blared nonstop.

Inside, young men and women were dancing wildly.

Two girls rushed toward the bar. "Hurry! The headliner is here today! Oh my gosh, his body is incredible! We're in for a treat today."

Celine, Robin, and Hailey stopped in their tracks.

Robin said, "This bar is famous. I've heard there's a headliner here who especially attracts rich women. He does a striptease, and the tips from the ladies just keep rolling in."

Hailey added, "I've heard that too. I heard all the servers here are muscular guys with six-packs and no shirts. Let's go in and see for ourselves."

Celine didn't mind at all. "Alright, let's go in."

The three squeezed into the bar, which was already packed with people all gathered around the stage.

On stage were a few handsome men. The music blared, and the crowd chanted, "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

The men began to strip.

In the center was the star of the bar, dressed in a black tank top and black pants. His face was obscured by a mask.

Robin asked, "Is that the headliner? Wow, his body is amazing."

Celine said, "The body's great. Hailey? Hailey!"

Celine called out to Hailey, noticing that she seemed lost in a trance, staring at the headliner in the center of the stage.

Hailey had recognized him instantly. The headliner wasn't just anyone. It was Declan.

Although his face was concealed by a mask, the cold, wild aura around him was unmistakable.

Hailey hadn't expected to see him here. Now, as he stood at the center of the stage, the dazzling lights illuminating him. The crowd of wealthy women below screamed in excitement, creating a scene of excess and indulgence.

"Take it off! Take off the shirt!" the wealthy women shouted in unison.

Hailey couldn't tear her eyes away from Declan as he brought both hands to the neck of his tank top and ripped it open with a single motion.

With a sharp tear, the fabric was torn, revealing half of his muscular chest.

The finely chiseled muscles, with their sculpted definition, sent the entire crowd into a frenzy.

Then, the host stepped onto the stage. "Are you all enjoying the

show, fadies? If you're having

time give a little something to show your appreciation."

A waiter brought over a tray, and the wealthy women eagerly tipped, quickly filling the tray with bills.

One of the women screamed, "I want to touch him! I've got plenty of money, so let me touch him!"

The other women joined in, shouting, "Give me a turn! I've got money too!" "I've got more money!"

The wealthy women were practically fighting over the chance to interact with Declan.

Enjoying the spectacle, Robin said, "I didn't expect the headliner to be this popular. He just takes off his clothes and gets tips, so he's basically like a male escort. If he's offering his intimate company, I'm sure the price goes up."

Before anyone could react, Hailey quickly countered, "He wouldn't do that!"

Celine and Robin turned to Hailey. "Hailey, how do you know he wouldn't? Do you know him?"

Hailey certainly knew him, but since Declan was wearing a mask, she figured he didn't want to be recognized, so she kept quiet.

Hailey responded, "Not everyone doing this kind of work is a male escort. Maybe his family's

struggling, and he's just trying tonet

make money. I'm sure he has his boundaries. He wouldn't sell himself like that."

Celine and Robin exchanged puzzled glances. Why was Hailey defending him so much?

Hailey quickly grabbed their arms and pushed them forward. "Let's get closer and take a look."

Soon, they squeezed their way out to the front. Hailey's eyes met Declan's, and he had noticed her too.