His underling said with a snicker, “N, it’s said that Ms. Yelena Jenner’s a party animal.”
“Is she?” Nicholas chortled as well. “How much of it is she?”
“I wouldn’t know. You’ll have to ask the hardworking hunks in the club! Haha…”
Nicholas’ gaze darkened. He was smiling, but his gaze was tinged with a hint of ice.
…
A few days later, Yelena was thrown into a dark room in Euforia.
She started off arrogant, screaming and yelling with the liquid courage of the booze.
“Who are you? How dare you abduct me!? I’m a VIP patron here! Are you all blind!?”
“Of course, I know that you’re our VIP patron,” an icy voice replied out of the blue.
The room was slowly lit up. The man seated in the center was intimidating with a sharp gaze. The scar around his eyes was exceptionally eye-catching.
Yelena felt her heart drop as she sucked in a cold breath.
Nicholas spoke with a smirk. “Ms. Jenner, VIP patrons with higher status than yours wouldn’t dare yell at me like this!”
Yelena knew that Nicholas was a ruthless man. She had recognized him back in Cordelia’s cafe that day. She just could not figure out how he was related to Cordelia.
“You… Why are you locking me in here?” Yelena’s voice was shaky. “I’m a patron here, and I tip double whenever I drink. Why are you abducting me!?”
Nicholas clapped, and the huge screen in front of Yelena lit up with various surveillance windows. They all showed her being wasted and partying in Euforia.
The Jenner heiress, who was sophisticated and cultured in public, partied like a wild animal wearing skimpy clothes in the club and ordering wine worth tens of thousands of dollars like it was Coca-Cola.
Yelena felt chills run down her spine and sobered up. She looked at Nicholas as she slumped on the floor.
“You… What do you want?”
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