Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0635

I was utterly shocked, and at that moment, I no longer cared where Nicholas was going or what he planned to do.

I got into the car obediently and closed the door. As soon as the car departed, I gave the driver an address and told him to head to Mr. Fisher's firm.

On the way, I kept calling Yasmine, but none of my calls were answered. Initially, her phone could still be reached, but soon it was turned off. I could only urge the driver to go faster.

From the outside, Mr. Fisher's club appeared utterly unremarkable during the day-simple, even. It looked like an ordinary venue with a decent but not luxurious environment, yet the prices were evidently high.

Recently, both Neal and I had been arranging for people to gather information about the club, but true to its name, The Secret, it was incredibly elusive.

Once inside, the club didn't look much different from others. However, one peculiar detail caught my attention- while such venues usually had many male staff, this one exclusively employed women.

These women weren't as young as the rumors suggested. They were all adults.

visit to The Secret. So, my eyes scanned through everywhere, but there was no trace of Yasmine. The receptionist, seeing my slightly lost demeanor, probably thought I was some clueless bumpkin. Her attitude was cold, and she didn't even bother stepping out from behind the front desk before

Secret opens precisely at midnight.

on the counter with the luxury brand logo facing her. "I was referred by Leo Fisher. He

I pulled out my business card and handed it to

and said, "Here are our membership fees-one million for the first floor, three million for the basement first floor, six million for the basement second floor, and twelve million

this place. No wonder our people

inwardly winced at the thought of

was Leo. My goal today was simply to

receptionist glanced at me but didn't answer. Ultimately, I paid the six-million membership

wanted to check out the basement first floor, but the elevator was operated by an attendant who directly took us to the basement second floor. Going

doors opened, a staggering woman bumped

I instinctively tried to push her away but froze when

eyes, pointing a wobbly finger at me. It took

back. "How much did you drink? Are you alright? Do you need me to call someone to