At this moment, Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale were like two dead fish, lying there silently, letting others gaze at their pale bodies.
The people who came to the nightclub mostly had empty souls, very lonely, and some men had already set their sights on Isabelle Nightingale and Violet Hargrove.
Simply, a few men dragged the unconscious Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale into the bar's private room, to party.
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Inside the private room, photoflash lights were in various colors, the DJ music was explosive, accompanied by colorful bubbles, the atmosphere was at its peak.
This private room was a small one, enough to accommodate eighty or ninety people, but at this moment there were only a dozen people inside.
Mostly middle-aged old men, holding sexy young beauties... inhaling white powder, Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale, failed to drug Eva Nightingale, but were force-fed something by mysterious black-clad bodyguards, thus completely irrational now.
