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.

everywhere, but there was no trace of Yasmine. The receptionist, seeing my slightly lost demeanor,

Secret opens precisely at midnight. Please

luxury brand logo facing her. "I was referred by Leo Fisher. He asked me to come here and find

exuded confidence as I pulled out my business card and handed it

look 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 for

quickly understanding the rules of this place. No wonder our people

floor?" I inwardly winced at the thought of

she could possibly be seeking was Leo. My goal today was simply to get her

me but didn't answer. Ultimately, I paid the six-million membership fee and followed

basement first floor, but the elevator was operated by an attendant who directly took us to the basement second floor. Going to the first or third floors was simply not an

as the elevator doors opened, a staggering woman bumped into

me head-on. I instinctively tried to push her away but froze when I saw who it was. "Ms.

wobbly finger at me. It took her a while to

drink? Are you alright? Do you need me to call someone