Chapter 659

The last time I visited this club was with Conrad Wagner for contract discussions, so I had always considered it a respectable place. That was until Deborah revealed some shocking news, making me realize how naive I had been. To dig up anything here, I couldn't just blend in as another customer nursing a drink. So, I decided to roll with a strategy that had worked for me in bars before.

Given that the club catered to certain "interests," it wasn't surprising that there were male services offered as well. Since I'd previously sought company at bars, visiting this club for similar reasons wouldn't raise suspicion from the Clark family. Sometimes things work out in unexpected ways-it's like hitting a bullseye without even aiming.

I booked a room and requested some "company," but the server was uncooperative. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't provide the service you're looking for. However, we can arrange for someone to serve your drinks." This place really perfected the art of running shady operations smoothly.

"Fine, send me your most handsome drink server," I said, adopting the tone of an affluent older woman.

Soon enough, someone arrived, but it was a familiar face: Allen.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, clearly not pleased to see him.

This indicated the club's high level of vigilance-they had informed Allen as soon as they sensed anything unusual. This might explain how they managed to keep their shady business going for so long.

Deborah had mentioned something was amiss, and I trusted her judgment. Plus, anyone who frequented this place expected exclusive services.

Allen sat down and poured me a drink, calmly saying, "I heard a wealthy lady was seeking some special attention. Didn't expect it to be you."

"Surprised?" I smiled, "Has Mr. Clark not been online recently?"

handed me a glass. "You've really upped your game. Getting more...

women can't?" I retorted, embodying the persona of

course, you can.

But you? You're different. You want something upscale, something clean,"

remarked, slightly adjusting

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knew he was teasing, testing the

chuckled, "You're not

but not me?" he

pleasure. Plus, you might get too attached,"

a no-strings-attached deal?" he said with a sly

a pointed look. "Is that what

his glass. "We don't offer such

"You really think I'm that kind of woman? I'm here for business,

pulled a contract from

event and needs a few handsome

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