PAID

“Understood,” the bodyguards behind Kenton said before immediately heading downstairs.

Kenton was still unaware that Wynter had not gone to the Whitmans but had instead already entered Club Solstice.

Wynter was sitting in the same spot where Vanessa had sat earlier. She looked up, and her eyes reflected a thoughtful change.

Surveillance cameras were everywhere and unhidden. It was as if the bar didn’t care about them being seen, almost intentionally so.

Wynter followed her train of thought and continued forward.

“Hey, you! I’m talking to you. This area is off–limits. How did you get in here?” Jeffrey Griffith, a security guard from the bar, spoke. @@novelbin@@