Jessica's car slowly pulled into the club, picking up her overcoat by the side. A guard opened the door from the outside; she slowly and carefully stepped down.
She took a glance at the building, which seemed peaceful outside, but no doubt it was certainly not peaceful inside.
She didn't need to think to know it must be bustling with activities, schemes, and plots. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, walking through the revolving doors of the club.
Carefully, she made her way towards the staircase, deciding to follow her instincts, but then she halted a waiter who was by the side. "Excuse me, I have an appointment with Davis Allen in this club, but unfortunately, my phone was off. Can you please show me his box?" she asked.
The waiter stared at her for a while, silently gauging her appearance, composure, and elegance. "It seems she isn't simple. Maybe she is really invited by him."
