At this moment, Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale lay there lifelessly, like two dead fish, letting their pale bodies be stared at.
Most people who come to nightclubs have empty souls, deeply lonely, and some men had long fixed their eyes on Isabelle Nightingale and Violet Hargrove.
So, a few men simply dragged the unconscious Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale into the private room of the bar for a party.
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Inside the private room, the spotlights were multicolored, the DJ music was explosive, accompanied by colorful bubbles, the atmosphere reached its peak.
This private room was considered small, enough to accommodate eighty or ninety people, but at this moment there were only a dozen inside.
Mostly middle-aged men, holding sexy young women… inhaling white powder, Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale failed to drug Eva Nightingale and were then forcibly fed something by a mysterious black-clad bodyguard, thus having no sense right now.
