Next to each man sat a stunning lady, while a blonde beauty stood nearby watching.
In this kind of setting, no one smoked. The four men only had a glass of red wine beside them. They were casual, likely not there specifically to play cards, but rather to catch up with one another.
"Oh, the great romantic is here!" As Ian Bradley stepped into the private room, a brown-haired man facing the door shouted, and the other two European men also turned their heads to look.
They too smiled with a hint of playfulness on their handsome faces, "What? Weren't you supposed to be in the hall with the beauties? How could you bear to come in here to see us stinky men!?"
"You admit you're stinky men?!" Ian Bradley chuckled softly and walked to the table, resting one hand on the shoulder of the only man who hadn't turned around. His voice carried a hint of annoyance, "Who sent that message through the waiter just now!? Who!?"
