Golden City was the most well-known place for entertainment . It had the best "waitresses" in the area .
Inside a spacious lounge, the other men were flirting with beauties in their embrace . In the midst of flirtatious exchanges, Huo Yunting was there—alone, on the crimson sofa, with a glass of wine dancing in his grip as he occasionally sipped .
The colorful disco lights shone upon his stony expression . He seemed as if he never belonged here .
Huo Yunting: the handsome, the great, the playboy, the beast in bed, the prince in bar, was seemingly not himself tonight . He looked moody— extremely moody .
Huo Yunting's homie, Mu Xuan, shot a glance at Huo Li who was going to take his seat after a brief karaoke session . He had no balls to ask the beast anything . Huo Li noticed the glance and signaled him with a raise of his glass in acknowledgement . There was a smile that literally said, "I ain't stupid . If you want to die, go do it yourself, dumbass . "
Huo Yunting then drank the entire glass of wine in one go . A sexily-dressed girl came to fill up his glass right away, as efficient as the hostess she was . Huo's soulless eyes gazed at the pale scarlet liquid in the glass, as the sound of it streaming somehow rang like that chatterbox he married .
Despite the annoyance, that chatterbox had yet transformed into the woman he knew who always liked to act tough despite the humiliation she got, pulling off that I-am-very-fine, irritating gesture of hers .
His cheeks were twitching in fury, as he lifted the glass to his lips .
"Master Huo, allow me . . . "
The hostess whispered in his ear as she collapsed into his embrace, with that giant pair of maternal cushions going to rest and an excitement in her eyes upon him .
"F*ck off . " He pushed her away and got up from the sofa, leaving the glass on the table .
"Aw… Master Huo…" She collapsed onto the sofa, like a maiden on her first night, as she reached her hand out . "Would you be that gentleman and give poor little me a hand?"
And Huo walked away with a flip of his coat .
He got into his Royce, turned on the engine and stomped upon the pedal as the Royce zoomed into the busy road .
He made his way back to Thunderbolt Corp . , where only a single window was brightly lit by then .
He peeked at the clock in his car .
It was already 3 a . m .
"I knew it…" He whispered, "I knew she would be still working . "
His car parked, Huo Yunting went straight to Lu's office, with loud clatters coming from his leather shoes .
The door to the secretary's office was wide open .
His footsteps were loud at first . When he saw that familiar silhouette, those footsteps softened .
Chapter end
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