NovelEnglishThough puzzlement lined the faces of the eight employees, they all bent over in a synchronized gesture of respect as the couple
approached.
When Arabella and Horace reached the bottom of the grand staircase, a massive golden archway blocked their path.
This club had a strict policy: only members were granted the access to enter. Newbies without an old member to vouch for them
had no chance of getting through these doors.
Horace pulled out his premium card and swiped it before the door opened slowly, which dissolved the employees' confusion.
So, they were indeed members.
It was their mistake for not recognizing them earlier. Luckily, the guests hadn't noticed it.
Stepping inside, they found themselves in a dimly lit lobby, with six elevators ready to whisk patrons upstairs. The ambiance was
reminiscent of a lounge bar, yet it was eerily quiet for such a space.
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Under the influence of alcohol, scouples were scattered across the lobby, flirting and getting handsy with each other. Some
men boldly touched their female companions, others were locked in passionate kisses, and a few were even starting to disrobe.
Horace quickly shielded Arabella's eyes without touching her, out of concern that the scene might soil her view of the world. His
hands formed a barrier on either side of her.
The second floor housed the bar, while the third to sixth floors were reserved for private booths.
"Boss, let's check out the second floor first."
Horace pressed the button for the second floor.
When they reached it, the elevator doors slid open, and a wall of rock music hit them. Horace couldn't help but frown at the sheer
volume.
It was deafening!
A band was giving their all on stage, and below them, the crowd was jumping and dancing, each person lost in their own world.
Horace guided Arabella to a quieter corner with a table, concerned that she might be overwhelmed by the crowd. After a waiter
approached, Horace ordered a couple of mojitos, and then signaled to his phone and texted Arabella.
[Boss, it's too noisy to talk here. I'm using WhatsApp. A buddy of mine hacked the club's surveillance system. If 'Viper' shows up,
he'll let us know.]
Arabella nodded and took a sip from the mojito the waiter had brought over.
Despite her casual attire and bun hairstyle, Arabella's beauty was undeniable, drawing the attention of many.
Soon, a man dancing his way toward Arabella was met with Horace's fierce glare, one that seemed ready to start a brawl. The man
hurriedly backed off.
A while later, a scar-faced man flanked by his cronies approached, undeterred by Horace and seemingly looking to provoke him.
As the waiter served the fruits, Horace slammed his fist down, not just shattering the fruits but cracking the bowl itself.
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The scar-faced man and his lackeys swallowed hard, realizing they'd underestimated Horace's strength.
After finishing his mojito, Horace stood up with the empty glass in hand, and the unwanted guests quickly scattered.
With the loud environment around them, Horace had to yell to Arabella, "Those losers! They should take a good look in the mirror!"
Did they really think they stand a chance with his boss??
Did they think they're even in her league??
Arabella smiled, relieved to see the once timid and shy Horace had truly grown up.
Just then, one of Horace's men reported, "Viper has arrived."
Horace gave Arabella a knowing look.
Both of them glanced occasionally towards the entrance, but one minute passed, then two.
Viper was still nowhere to be seen.
Horace messaged his man again, [Are you sure Viper cin?]
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