"Keep quiet and follow me," Leader Rose ordered and led them to the far side of the bar.
They walked quietly, keeping to the sides of the bar so as not to bother any of the customers. As Rayne walked, she tried her best to look at everyone’s face to see if she could recognize anyone here.
Since the room was darkly lit, she had a hard time seeing people’s faces clearly, but a sudden argument caught her attention.
"Don’t you know who I am! I’m Dillon’s woman, now get your hands off me!"
Rayne turned her head to look at the source of the shriek, only to find Krissy stomping her foot angrily in front of an older man.
He looked at Krissy angrily before forcefully grabbing her wrist. "You’d better shut up right now. I don’t care who’s woman you were, but right now you belong to me! Got it?"
Krissy tried to pull her hand away, but the man’s grip was too strong.
Rayne watched the scene, deciding if she should help or not. But before she could make a decision, Leader Rose hurried them along. "Come, we mustn’t be late. That would look very poorly on you."
Rayne cast one last glance at Krissy, noticing the expensive clothing she was wearing.
This type of lifestyle suits her.
They walked over to a door leading to a private room. Leader Rose knocked on it with graceful movements until the door opened from inside.
"What is it?" An intimidating guard poked his head out, flashing all of them a menacing look.
Leader Rose wasn’t intimidated at all and smiled back. "I’ve brought the beauty your boss requested. Please bring her to him."
The guard nodded, but his expression remained frigid.
"Go on, Tamara. Do your best!" Leader Rose cheered her on as she gently pushed her forward. Tamara looked slightly hesitant, but determination must have settled in because the next moment she took a wide stride and waltzed inside the room like she owned the place.
Rayne shook her head internally. If anything, Tamara certainly had the ’go-getter’ attitude.
After Tamara disappeared, Leader Rose turned to face Rayne. "Okay, follow me. Your appointment is upstairs in the VIP lounge."
VIP? That’s a good sign.
Rayne followed Leader Rose through the lounge until they reached a guarded staircase. "I have a beauty requested by Leader Tristan."
Unlike the previous guard, this time her tone was much more respectful. The guards both looked her over before one of them walked up the stairs.
A few minutes later, he came back down and nodded to the other guard.
"Follow me. Just you," he said, pointing at Rayne. "Leader Rose, we’ll take things from here."
Rayne took a step forward to follow the guard up the spiral staircase. Her heart pounded inside her chest. While she was nervous about the meeting, she hoped that the stars would align and that this would lead to Damien.
The moment she made it to the top of the staircase, she found herself standing in a very luxurious VIP lounge. The vibe up here was much calmer than the one downstairs. She immediately spotted the scholarly man sitting on a while leather couch in the far corner of the room.
That must be Leader Tristan.
Does he know?
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