Rohit was amused as he glanced around. There were many breathtaking beauties to his liking, more than enough to please his eyes.
'Sure, money makes people shine ,' he thought, comparing the crowd around him to the other side of society—the middle class, ordinary civilians who simply couldn't measure up to this level of polish.
It felt like two completely opposite worlds. Here, everyone was reputable, well-organized, and in shape. No wonder socialists had always despised such circles throughout history—though Rohit himself held no strong opinion either way. This was, without doubt, the kind of place where the country's top one percent gathered to mingle.
He wouldn't mind indulging his eyes for a while—but the mission came first.
Picking up a kebab from a passing tray, he chewed thoughtfully as he weighed his options.
It was then his phone buzzed.
A quick look and it turned out to be message from Seo-yeon. She thanked him, said she'd returned home safely, and asked where he was?
