Chapter 25: The Night Bar
Chapter 25: The Night Bar
He wanted Peter to bring her to him?
Vivian trembled. She'd just parted from him at school this morning, in front of everyone else. She was
not ready to face him again so soon.
However, since Chow had already spoken up, she was not allowed to refuse.
"Where is he now?" Vivian couldn't help asking.
Peter looked at her from the rearview mirror with sympathetic eyes. "Young Master asked me to send
Miss Vivian to Night Bar."
"Night Bar?" Vivian repeated, her face paling.
She wasn't 18 years old yet and couldn't legally enter bars and clubs, but she had still heard of Night
Bar.
Everybody in the Holy City would think of the infamous Night Bar when it came to nighttime
entertainment.
As the biggest nightclub in Holy City, Night Bar was frequented by patrons from all kinds of
backgrounds. It was a congregation of the good, the bad, the rich, and the evil.
Night Bar was where one could find the prettiest hostess and also the ugliest face of the city in the
same place.
Night Bar wasn't just a regular nightclub. The two underground floors constantly had wild celebrations
every night, allowing the patrons to forget all their troubles. Meanwhile, the three upper floors remained
a secretive, mysterious place where non-VVIP members were denied access.
Chow was naturally a VVIP member of Night Bar.
However, Vivian just could not understand why Chow would tell her to meet him here in the evening. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
Was this another way of torturing her again?
Night had begun to fall. Neon lights flashed gaudily outside the windows.
If the windows were left open, one could still faintly hear the sounds from downstairs. However, the
sounds barely reached the people in the room who were all in their own social bubble.
In this dimly lit private room, everything seemed to be indescribably shady.
Several men lounged on the sofa in the private room. They were each surrounded by two well-dressed
ladies in heavy makeup.
Some of them were relatively popular female celebrities who had cast away the good-girl images they
often showed to the public.
Their eyes never left the man next to each of them, as if they were afraid that they would suddenly lose
the men's favour.
They kept whispering and giggling into each others' ears with all kinds of innuendos. If it weren't for the
fact that there were other people present, they probably wouldn't even be able to control their lust.
Even so, there were still a few pairs who were basically glued to each other.
However, two people stuck out like a sore thumb.
There were two men sitting in the corner, one with a pressing aura and a chilly atmosphere surrounding
him, whilst the other looked incredibly laid-back and relaxed in comparison.
Although the two of them stayed silent throughout, their powerful and overbearing aura unwittingly
made them the centre of attention for everyone in the room.
The women around the other men kept stealing glances at them both every few minutes.
There were no women surrounding those two men. Because of that, they didn't look like they belonged
here.
The man with the laid-back manner took a sip of the red wine in his hand. A dimple appeared on his
cheek as he chuckled at the other person. "Why are you bringing her here? It's not like you, Chow."
Needless to say, the other person sitting beside him was Chow.
Chow's face darkened as he let out a disdainful scoff.
Had it been anyone else, they would have been frozen speechless, but the man continued sipping on
his wine, unaffected by Chow's response.
"Why can't I bring her here? Don't you think that she belongs to a place like this?" Chow asked, his cold
eyes darting towards the other women in the room. "She is one of them."
The man narrowed his eyes and grinned playfully. "Do you really think so?"
A hint of anger flashed in Chow's eyes when he heard the teasing voice. "Raylan, what exactly do you
mean by that?"
Raylan shrugged and set aside the wine glass in his hand. Chow's anger did nothing to him. "I've seen
her once. I think you're mistaken about her."
Chow's eyebrows fiercely knitted together. His hold on the wine glass also tightened. "Do you mean
that she's already managed to seduce you after one meeting? Such a vixen. I've underestimated her."