Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 136

Quinn Bar had a total of three floors. The first floor was the lobby, the second floor was a bar, and the VIP rooms were on the third floor.

Several stall members stood as sentinels, stationed near the staircase between the first and second floors. The guests could only enter the bars after having their identification cards checked.

Upon reaching the second floor, Larissa instinctively covered her ears, taken aback by the deafening electronic dance music that engulfed the space.

The bar was dimly It. The multicolored lights overhead cast a purple-reddish hue on the patrons mingling below, masking everyone’s faces with the same color.

A group of stylish youngsters was dancing on the dance floor, swaying their bodies to the music freely. The booths nearby were filled with groups of people drinking.

Lana mentioned that she was trapped in the women’s restroom on the second floor.

Larissa stopped a passing waiter to ask for directions. Although she shouted at the top of her voice and gestured with her hands, it took several tries before the water understood.

“The women’s restroom? Go to the end and turn lell,” the walter replied in a loud voice as well,

Navigating through the dense crowd proved to be a challenge for the trio. As they pushed their way forward, they encountered several girls coming from the opposite direction. They seemed to be leaving the women’s restroom in haste, with annoyed and fearful expressions.

help but

with colorful dyed hair and tattoos on their arms were hanging around the entrance of the women’s restroom. Each of them held a lit cigarette

filled the air, and the irritating smell made Larissa’s nose itch.

group of young men, a bald man was forcefully pounding on the door of the women’s restroom with his strong lists, sneering.”

brought her to the corridor next to the restroom, which led to the staff office in the back. Dylan folowed after

many people passing by because it was far from the dance floor, so it was relatively quiet. At least they could hear each other talk

Dylan and said. “Give me

keys from his pocket and threw them at

all the doors and then call the police. Leave this

“Can the two of

was as well-built as that bald man pounding on the door. Moreover, he was accompanied by a group of

they came along for moral support. She couldn’t

Larissa’s shoulder, but when his eyes mel Kevan’s cold

worst thing you could do to a man

turned red all

the