“The staff here respects the customers’ privacy.”
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Rachel looked at Eva searchingly for a while longer, then stood up and walked towards the fitting room.
A single dress was hanging inside. Rachel’s eyes hardened at the sight of it, her expression inscrutable.
She stayed there, staring at the dress for a few moments.
It was all clear now, what Victor wanted from her. This flimsy piece of clothing was all the proof she needed.
Eva’s voice came from behind her.
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“Mr. Sullivan asked me to pass on a message.
He wanted you to know that your lawyer’s firm doesn’t have a license.
He also wanted me to tell you that he wouldn’t mind informing the authorities on your behalf.”
Rachel’s heart almost stopped beating.
She had really underestimated Victor. How on earth did he find out so many things about Andy in such a short time?
His message was clearly a threat. If she didn’t go along with his plans, Victor would make sure that Andy paid the price.
Not to mention that Rachel would have trouble with the will. She could end up losing her inheritance.
Which meant she was at Victor’s mercy.
Rachel gritted her teeth as she looked up at the hateful dress.
Clenching her fists, she said in a low voice, “I’ll put it on.”
“You have five minutes,” Eva reminded her kindly.
As night fell, the wild side of the city began to stir.
The Crown Club was one of the most exclusive establishments, frequented only by the elite of the city.
The building had 33 floors in total. The lobby was on the first floor. The upper floors held a rustic coffee shop, a restaurant, a cozy jazz bar, an arcade, a casino and a disco, each establishment taki
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ng up an entire floor. The remaining floors held private rooms, suites to be precise, reserved only for the club’s most loyal clients.
The club was the embodiment of the city’s elegance and extravagance, which meant that most people would live their whole lives right next to it and never see the inside of it.
In a private room on the third floor, a waiter knocked on the door twice before cautiously walking inside carrying a decanter of red wine. He bowed in respect and started pouring the red liquid into elegant, crystal goblets.
“Mr. Sullivan, you broke the rules. We agreed that everyone should bring a date, but you’re the only one here without a date,” said the middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the sofa. He had his arm around the waist of a cute blonde girl as he accepted a glass of wine from the waiter.
The man took a sip of his drink and went on.
“You are ruining our fun, you know. I might start thinking that you are not a man of your word and that’d be a bad start for our business dealings.”
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