The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 232

The host in the white lab coat sat down next to Claire, turning his professional charm up to the max with a soothing, sultry voice.

"Is this your first time playing here, gorgeous?"

"I actually did graduate from medical school, so I'm practically half a doctor."

He popped open a bottle of liquor, poured a glass, and brought it right up to Claire's lips.

"Don't waste your tears on some jerk. Is he as gentle as me? Is he as attentive? Is he as handsome?"

Claire instinctively pushed the glass away and leaned back. "He..."

He was gentle, attentive, and devastatingly handsome.

Seeing her hesitate, the host confidently filled in the blanks. "I bet he's some short, ugly loser with an empty wallet."

"You smell amazing, gorgeous. I'm obsessed with you. I'll even go home with you for free." The moment he spotted Claire's white Hermes Birkin, his eyes practically gleamed. He wasn't about to let this golden goose slip away.

He usually had to entertain old, miserable women. It was incredibly rare to land a client this young and beautiful.

Feeling incredibly awkward, Claire scooted further away.

She reached into her designer bag, pulled out a bank card, and handed it to him.

"Since you studied medicine, you shouldn't be wasting such a great degree in a place like this. There's five thousand dollars in here, that should be enough to cover some tuition."

The host took the card, looking up at her with puppy-dog eyes. "Thank you so much. I promise I'll study hard."

"Can I add you on social media?"

Claire forced a painfully awkward smile and shook her head.

Beside them, Chloe was already having the time of her life. Completely wasted, she had one arm slung around a host with silver hair, howling the lyrics to a breakup anthem at the top of her lungs.

The doctor host leaned in closer again, prompting Claire to furiously tug on Chloe's sleeve.

"Chloe, maybe we should just go—"

Before she could finish her sentence, the heavy VIP doors were violently kicked open from the outside.

"Police! Nobody move!"

"Vice squad raid! Everyone on the ground!"

The club instantly erupted into chaos. The male hosts, clearly seasoned veterans of this routine, immediately dropped to the floor with their hands behind their heads.

Chloe was completely blacked out, letting out a loud hiccup while staring blankly at the chaos.

Having never experienced anything like this in her life, Claire jumped in terror. She dragged Chloe over to the wall and crouched down, copying the male hosts.

The doctor host leaned over and whispered comfortingly, "Don't panic, gorgeous. Our club is totally clean. This is just a routine check."

Miles was in the middle of a dinner meeting with several titans of the medical industry. One of those titans happened to be the father of a classmate Lauren knew overseas, and she had pulled strings to set the whole thing up.

Buzz, buzz~ His phone vibrated against the table. The name 'Claire' lit up the screen.

Sitting right next to him, Lauren saw the name instantly, her grip tightening on her chopsticks.

Miles gave a polite nod of apology and stepped aside to answer the call.

The background noise on the other end was chaotic, and Claire's muffled, miserable voice came through.

"Dr. Zimmerman."

"Are you not home yet?"

"I'm... at the police station."

Miles froze, his brows knitting together in a tight frown. "Send me the address."

He grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair and offered an apologetic nod to the table. "Professors, I am incredibly sorry, but an urgent matter has come up. I must take my leave."

Lauren stood up quickly, following him. "Miles, you've been drinking. Where do you need to go? I'll drive you."

Anxious to get to the station, Miles nodded and agreed to her offer.

Clutching her phone, Claire sat in deafening silence on the hard bench, while Chloe leaned heavily against her shoulder, snoring soundly.