This pub isn't like an upscale bar, with a classy ambiance that makes one feel comfortable and relaxed. Instead, it fills the air with a dizzying and nauseating mix of alcohol and debauchery, even in the private room, leaving a sense of disgust.
Belinda Howard visited such a place for the first time and clung tightly to Amelia Stuart's hand the entire way, feeling deeply unsettled.
The three of them entered a private room, and very soon a waiter arrived to serve them.
At Young Master Richard's request, a few minutes later, the waiter brought in a variety of mixed drinks.
"So, tell me, what do you need me for?" Young Master Richard picked up a wine glass, laughing arrogantly as he glanced at the two of them.
Belinda Howard remained silent, feeling uncomfortably out of place in the prevailing atmosphere.
At this moment, Amelia Stuart stood up with a smile and walked over to Young Master Richard.
