No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Chapter 659



The last time I visited this club was with Conrad Wagner for contract discussions, so I had always considered it a respectable place. That was until Deborah revealed some shocking news, making me realize how naive I had been.

To dig up anything here, I couldn't just blend in as another customer nursing a drink. So, I decided to roll with a strategy that had worked for me in bars before.

Given that the club catered to certain "interests," it wasn't surprising that there were male services offered as well. Since I'd previously sought company at bars, visiting this club for similar reasons wouldn't raise suspicion from the Clark family.

Sometimes things work out in unexpected ways—it's like hitting a bullseye without even aiming.

I booked a room and requested some "company," but the server was uncooperative. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't provide the service you're looking for. However, we can arrange for someone to serve your drinks."

This place really perfected the art of running shady operations smoothly.

"Fine, send me your most handsome drink server," I said, adopting the tone of an affluent older woman.

Soon enough, someone arrived, but it was a familiar face: Allen.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, clearly not pleased to see him.

This indicated the club's high level of vigilance-they had informed Allen as soon as they sensed anything unusual. This might explain how they managed to keep their shady business going for so long.

Deborah had mentioned something was amiss, and I trusted her judgment. Plus, anyone who frequented this place expected exclusive services. Allen sat down and poured me a drink, calmly saying, "I heard a wealthy lady was seeking some special attention. Didn't expect it to be you." "Surprised?" I smiled, "Has Mr. Clark not been online recently?"

He handed me a glass. "You've really upped your game. Getting more... adventurous, aren't you?"

"Why is it that men can have fun, but women can't?" I retorted, embodying the persona of a free-spirited woman.

"Of course, you can. This place is

filled with women who know how to

enjoy themselves. But you? You're different. You want something

upscale, something clean," Allen

remarked, slightly adjusting coffar.

I knew he was teasing, testing the waters.

I chuckled, "You're not my type."

"Oh? You can be with barflies, but not me?" he inquired, studying my reaction.

"Don't mix business with pleasure. Plus, you might get too attached," I teased, swirling my drink.

"Looking for a no-strings-attached deal?" he said with a sly grin.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I gave him a pointed look. "Is that what you're offering?"

He traced the rim of his glass. "We don't offer such services here. We're a legitimate establishment."

He was still on guard. I laughed, "You really think I'm that kind of woman? I'm here for business, not pleasure."

I pulled a contract from my bag and slid it toward him. "Our company is organizing an event and needs a few handsome men to make an

appearance."

Allen skimmed it. "I see. You've come to the right place. I'll find your gentlemen, but they're strictly professional. No funny business."

"That's exactly what I want," I confirmed, prompting a chuckle from him before he made a phone call.

"I need to use the restroom," I announced, and exited the room.

I genuinely needed to go, fully aware that I was likely being watched. Making any wrong move could compromise my intentions.

After freshening up, as I headed

back, I caught a glimpse of a figure

darting past at the corner. That brief sighting was enough to spark my curiosity.

And just like that, I was off in pursuit.