Shattered Rose He Held On Tight novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240 Good Luck, Everyone

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Whitney thought for a moment. “But Preston is tough to track down. Who knows where he’s hanging out tonight?”

Claudia shook her head. “No need. We’ll just let him come to us.”

She sent a text to the bodyguard Sterling had assigned. Then, she let her gaze drift to the unfamiliar city streets flying by outside the window, a small smile playing on her lips.

That evening, the two of them dressed to the nines and took the flashiest car out on the town.

Following the address on her phone, Claudia pulled up to one of the city’s best–known upscale bars.

A luxury car and two beautiful Dracovian women instantly turned heads.

Plenty of tall, blond, blue–eyed Marvonians tried their luck approaching them.

But the two women kept a frosty distance, making it obvious they weren’t interested in foreign flings.

Plenty of people left disappointed.

Still, most of the clientele at a place like this had class. No one tried to pester them.

Claudia and Whitney easily settled into a booth facing away from the entrance.

After sitting for a while, listening to the house band, Claudia glanced at her buzzing phone and gave Whitney a look.

Whitney flagged down a server. “Can we switch to a private room?”

Meanwhile, Preston had been down on his luck lately.

For some reason, Lydia had cut off all contact with him. The Woods had been kicked out of Liberty City, and he couldn’t get any information from them. Just as he was about to score with his latest sugar mama, she dumped him out of the blue.

To be fair, with his looks and ability, he could’ve landed a decent job overseas.

And he did keep up a legitimate job for appearances‘ sake, but after tasting easy money, no

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regular paycheck seemed worth it to him anymore.

He kept the job mostly for show, just to help him hook higher–quality targets.

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Professional boy toys had their own circles. After years in Marvonia, he knew people from all walks of life.

He’d just woken up in a hotel bed, stressed over his bank balance, and wondering where to go “hunting” that night when he saw a group chat pop up.

“Two absolute Dracovian stunners just showed up at Shoreline Bar. By the looks of it, they’re trust fund babies. Too bad they’re not into the local guys. But hey, maybe someone else here will get lucky.”

Next, the sender tagged a few Dracovians in the group chat–Preston included.

“Any photos?”

“Nope, no photos allowed at this bar.

“They’re at seat B2. Whoever lands them first, they are yours. Good luck, everyone.”

Preston’s eyes lit up at the message. He threw on his priciest clothes, did his hair, spritzed on some cologne, and rushed out.

He’d have dressed up even more, but he couldn’t risk being late.

Young, gorgeous, rich women like this didn’t come around often. If he missed out on them, he’d regret it forever.

As soon as he arrived, he checked the seat mentioned in the group chat. He only caught a glimpse of two women being led into a private room by an eager server.

The tip was spot–on. Even from behind, they were both knockouts, and those purses they carried had to cost tens of thousands.

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