The car pulled up in front of the Royal Club, and the valet immediately stepped forward to greet them.
A row of attendants stood at the entrance, and as the group stepped out of the car, they bowed respectfully and chorused, "Welcome, honored guests!"
Lucas was indeed the true owner of this place.
Everyone treated him with warmth, yet he remained distant—an untouchable presence.
The smiles on their faces were so wide they could have blossomed into flowers.
Behind the club stretched a long arched bridge, a stark contrast to the opulent exterior.
It felt like stepping into another world—one of tranquility and refined elegance.
Below the bridge, a stream murmured softly, and under the warm glow of the lights, snowflakes drifted gently into the lake.
"I never imagined it could be this beautiful in winter.
No wonder so many wealthy people come here to indulge.
It's truly an oasis of calm amidst the bustle!"
