The intersection of the modes of transportation that had formed the structure of the city propelled the entire city to become a metropolis. Central Road, which was the main street of the city center, was even a bustling place with an endless flow of traffic.
The beautiful lights were illuminated differently, showing an impressive view of the city. The neon lights above the buildings glowed in every possible way like countless colorful trains in motion. Shop windows and buildings were decorated with different colored lights, some like flowers and others like colored balls, each with its own charm.
Being in this scene, one felt impetuous and in the mood for thrill-seeking.
Armand sighed, âItâs not that men are corrupted, itâs that the environment changes the mentality.â
No sooner had he spoken than he was immediately rebuked by Boyce: âShame on you. To deceive means to deceive and you keep finding so many excuses, saying that the environment changes your mentality.â
âHey, Boyce, why are you such a pervert, do you insist on arguing with me today? Youâll scold me no matter what I say. You know I canât beat you, right?â If Armand could really beat him, Armand had probably already beaten him.
Matthewâs mind buzzed as he felt the two of them were like flies scolding each other every time they met, were they bored?
The long street was lit up. Matthew stood by his car with a poker face. He fixed his shirt collar with one hand attractively, âYou two, calm down.â He said and walked into the door of the nightclub.
This place could turn people in, as there was someone who could tempt them. He feared they would both degrade themselves.
Boyce and Armand looked at each other and withdrew their nonchalance. Both were able to judge the situation clearly, they knew when to joke and when to take things seriously.
They both followed each other closely and walked through the lavishly decorated foyer, as well as a glass door. The air was filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol while the music was deafening. All the people were swaying their waists and hips frantically in the dance area. Sexy girls were enjoying themselves among the group of men and teasing those who couldnât control themselves. The girls were snuggling delightedly in the arms of the men, caressing and kissing in public.
The scene was out of control for a while.
However, those who were obsessed with the scene were not surprised.
The three men walked through the âseductiveâ scene without looking around. Arriving in the back room, the real fun was taking place here while the front room was just a garnish.
These three strangers, no, to be precise it was strange that they came here. The manager asked the Madame to treat them nicely and then made a phone call.
She was also known as the Old Madame.
The Madame was not like an old lady on television. The Madame here was young and had a sexy body. She greeted them cheerfully, âHello, rare guests, what would you like to play?â
She stood looking the three men up and down as she spoke. He was almost drooling, not because they were too good looking, but to be exact because they looked too serious.
The more ascetic a man was, the greater his desire.
The ones who used to come here, you could tell what they wanted just by looking at their faces.
âWe have a lot of choices here. As long as they can describe it, thereâs nothing we canât do.â Madame leaned against Matthewâs body as she spoke. Just as her white hand with delicate nails touched the collar of his shirt, he jerked it away without even seeing what was happening.
Matthew looked grim and angrily warned her to get away from him.
The Madame was startled and fell to the floor without a word. She was at Declanâs command and everyone present knew her identity. They all enjoyed playing with her, but did not dare to hit her. She wore a black strapless skirt. She awkwardly showed off her slender, slender legs once she fell to the floor.
The manager came over to help the Madame up and tell her to leave first. The Madame demurred at having been pushed innocently. She felt embarrassed, as she looked ugly and pale. Her originally graceful appearance became gloomy, but she dared not get angry. So she could only boast of her origin, âI am under Lord Bailey. Arenât you too spare to treat me like this? You should see your master when he beats someone, shouldnât you?â.
Matthew straightened his sleeves and said in a firm voice, âCoincidentally, Iâm looking for Mr. Bailey.â
Madame let out a heavy sigh and could not suppress her anger. However, she dared not get angry on the spot. She had to bear it, âSo, Iâm asking for trouble?â.
Matthew snorted and sneered. He didnât even look at her and said arrogantly, âNot all of Mr. Baileyâs subordinates are idiots. Some have self-awareness.â
âYouâ¦â Madame had really never seen anyone who dared to be so arrogant here.
This was obviously a slap in the face.
The manager pulled her back and warned her in a low voice, âDonât bring trouble.â
It was obvious that she was purposely stirring up trouble. She didnât know who would suffer if they really argued with each other.
However, Madame couldnât swallow that.
âIâve already called the boss.â
The manager gave Madame a wink, telling her not to be impulsive. If she really caused trouble, it would put her boss at a disadvantage and she would be the one to suffer. She was just a slightly beautiful girl, what else did she have?
It was clear to Madame, but she had been here a long time and everyone respected her below Declan. Now she was suddenly humiliated and back to her original position, which made it slightly difficult for her to accept the fact.
âRare guest, rare guest.â Declan walked out the back door and through the hallway.
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