When light retreated, darkness descended.
The bar was a place where people from all walks of life gathered; the good, the bad and the ugly.
There were the extravagant elites, as well as the frustrated, thrill-seeking lower class.
At a place like this, it was an extraordinarily easy task to sniff out the Jeweline Group.
It was so easy that it probably only required a glass of cocktail.
The Twilight Bar.
It was the biggest bar in this city, here heavy metal music boomed so loudly that it was almost deafening.
Colourful light beams swept rhythmically with the music, spread across the dancing floor.
The bobbing disco crowd, in the cover of the dark shadows, danced and pranced without a care in the world.
A pungent odour of alcohol lingered in the air.
Clang!
Suddenly, someone rang the bell. The crisp ringing of the bell resounded across the dancing floor.
On the dancing stage, the DJ announced excitedly, “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Hunter is picking up the tabs tonight!”
Boom!
In an instant, as the music was turned up louder, the party crowd roared with jubilant cheers.
Somewhere in the dark, there was the most exclusive private loge.
In the room, a young man of approximately twenty years old, whose looks revealed a hint of immaturity, was leaning lazily on the sofa.
The smart suit he was wearing complemented the extraordinary aura in him.
And through his handsome and fair face, he exuded a certain bad boy charm.
It was just that his smiles betrayed a tinge of loneliness and boredom.
Next to him, there were several graceful and sexy ladies wearing heavy and colourful makeup. The scene resembled that of a dragon being surrounded by several phoenixes, which were fluttering around merrily.
“Mr Hunter, allow me to propose a toast to you.”
A beautiful lady leaned forward, purposefully showing off her voluptuous curves; she smiled seductively, her red lips let out a whiff of alcohol.
Wham!
The young man who called Mr Hunter drew out a wad of banknotes and slapped them on her chest.
With a cold expression, even somewhat arrogant, he demanded while pointing to the bottles of wines and liquor on the table, “You enjoy drinking, then finish that up.”
In an instant.
The entire private loge fell silent.
Several of the other girls completely froze in silence.
And the girl being hit by the wad of banknotes had colours drained out of her face, she was stunned stiff.
“Now drink!”
Mr Hunter drew another stack of banknotes and smacked them right over her cleavage again, “One glass, ten thousand; the more you drink, the more I pay! You love to drink; I love watching you drink!”
As he spoke, stack after stack of cash was smashed on her bare chest.
An arrogant bully.
In a blink of an eye, the wads of red notes fell loose in front of the girl.
“This … this must be about a hundred thousand already.” After a quick thought flashed in her mind, the girl mumbled to herself in bewilderment.
Jolted out of her stupor, she considered the loose red notes on the carpet, bit her tongue, turned around and grabbed the glasses from the table and started to drink .
Mr Hunter sneered, drew out an even thicker bundle of banknotes and slammed directly on the table.
“And why aren’t you drinking?”
A few other girls finally comprehended his meaning, so they started dashing together, like thirsty animals, towards the liquor on the table.
And all the while, Mr Hunter was just watching coldly, an evil grin hanging over the corner of his mouth.
This scene was noticed by many people at the bar.
It was impossible to be unaware of it because it was clear to everyone, this must be the man who was going to pay everyone’s bill at the bar just now.
Even then, many people threw envious glances towards the rich chap.
Being rich … does it really equate to have your way with everything?
All the while at another private loge, Jack Hughes was silently watching the entire scene. He shook his head and criticized, “How crude!”
“Young master, you don’t understand, this is very common.”
Mr. Ward was swaying lightly with the music. He usually appeared so frail and weak; and now, miraculously, he was bursting with vitality.
Brent was observing on the side with a confused look on his face. Initially, he wanted to stop Mr. Ward.
However, Mr. Ward was completely unaware, he seemed to be really high.
Jack rubbed his nose, feeling helpless.
Mr. Ward’s status in his mind just took a nosedive too.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Winner Takes All