The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

It was already early morning at this moment. The two bodyguards stationed at the entrance of Pivotage were struggling to stay awake, forcing themselves to stay alert and wait for the next shift. One of the bodyguards suddenly froze while yawning. "Hey, listen. Did you hear something?"

"What? There's nothing."

"No, I heard something. It sounds like something is scaling the walls!"

The other bodyguard felt numb with fear. "I heard this place was a mass grave decades ago. Don't scare me in the middle of the night!" "Stay guard here. I'll check it out."

The first bodyguard grabbed his flashlight and walked to the back of the club warily. He shined the light around and then directed it up the wall.

The harsh white light just happened to brush past Drew, who stood on the edge of the windowsill with his hands in his pockets.

It was the fifth floor, and the windowsill he stood on was so narrow it could barely fit his feet. Losing his balance slightly would mean a fatal fall. However, Drew seemed stable and composed as he stood there and stared down at everything that was happening downstairs.

Seeing there was nothing unusual, the bodyguard scratched his head and left.

"How blind." Drew's eyes flashed coldly, and a fine glass cutter immediately appeared in his fingers.

swift cuts, a huge hole appeared in the glass window. Drew quickly slipped in, as if entering

around with his cronies in a top-tier private room that

and asked another curvy and sexy woman to straddle his thighs and feed him wine, mouth

born to win! Your downturn is merely

"Exactly! How Could Christopher

to Mr.

was merely a dirty stray

lucky. He

Mr. James, you can't go easy on

took from you!"

the position he lost to Christopher and was

scattered in

underling approached. "Mr. James, are these chicks not to

special!" James tugged his tie

in Pivotage is actually their manager. I heard

glint of lust flashed

quite mysterious. Apart from the VVIPs, she never