Outside the club, two burly bodyguards stood by the entrance.

Dalton was about to lead Lydia inside when the guards abruptly blocked their path with their arms.

Dalton's expression turned icy. He shot a cold glare at the guards, his voice sharp. "My uncle asked us here. What's the hold-up?"

The guards, towering and unyielding, spoke with a chill in their voices. "I need to report this inside first."

Annoyed, Dalton was about to lose his cool when Lydia gently lugged on his sleeve.

Sensing Chandler was likely trying to make things difficult for her, she gave the guards a warm, if slightly strained, smile. "It's alright if I wait here. Can you let Dalton go in?" The night air had turned sharply cold after the rain, and the draft at the club's entrance made it even worse.

Lydia, wearing a sleek satin dress, was visibly shivering, her nose reddening from the chill.

The guard was unmoved by her plea and responded firmly, "No."

Dalton's face turned stormy.

Frustrated and without a clear outlet for his anger, he watched the guard disappear into the club, leaving them out in the cold.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, the guard reappeared.

can go in

forward, casting a warning glare at the guard, but the guard remained impassive, staring straight

Chandler's man,

and a few others. He didn't even glance up when

trying to keep his

Dante won a hand and erupted in celebration, his loud cheer drowning

His

clung to his arm, silently

ended, and

you have any issues, take them

at you, playing the knight in shining armor. You two must have quite the thing going on!"

someone she could afford to cross, even without the added complication of

the cue. Tossing aside his cards, he wrapped an arm

great wine

was clear that Dante was trying to

hesitated, not wanting to leave Lydia alone with the potential

have the wine brought here so we can enjoy it

at

back onto the couch and pointed at

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