Chapter 10 Meeting

Chapter 10: Chapter 10 MeetingAs the city lights began to glow, a black Ferrari drove into the Nightshade's outdoor parking lot. The driver got out and opened the rear door, and a remarkably handsome man in a suit stepped out of the car. "Boss, this is the place." Leng Yixiu lifted his gaze to the ornate European-style building in front of him, focusing on the two large characters above, his narrow eyes slightly squinting, and a cold smile spreading at the corner of his lips. No matter how luxurious the building appeared, he could instantly discern its true nature—just a place for power, money, and exchanges of wealth and lust. Outside the club, lights blazed brightly, quiet as the outskirts of the city, while inside it presented an entirely different scene. Under the ambiguous lighting and the deafening music, men's gazes in the dance floor were all fixed on the stage not far away. On that stage, a woman clad in black tight leather clothing was performing vigorously. The woman's tall and slender figure was tightly wrapped in black leather attire, accentuating her voluptuous curves. Though only a white tender waist was exposed, her semi-revealing appearance made men yearn for her even more. With seductive movements of her hips, waist, and pelvis under the light's effects, she seemed detached from the world around her. Yet to the men watching, she was like a deadly poppy, radiating fatal allure. Whistles from the men below frequently resounded; their eyes fixated and nearly bulging out. "Who is this chick? I haven't seen her before?" "Probably new, but she's hot! Wonder if she's available for private sessions. If not..." "In this place, which dancer hasn't done private sessions? Even if she acts all high and mighty now, she'll end up like the others. Women are like shoes, sooner or later they'll have their masters and be worn!" ... The men gawked at the dancing woman on stage, some indulging in sexual fantasies, some recording the scene with their phones, and some even going old-school, throwing money from their wallets onto the stage. Hundreds of dollar bills fell at the dancer's feet, causing her movements to pause briefly. The next moment, she continued dancing as if nothing had happened. Leng Yixiu coldly observed the happenings before him, his handsome face shifting between light and shadow, his dark eyes deep and unreadable, making it hard to discern his emotions. Old He stood beside him, carefully watching his boss's changing expressions, finally steeling himself to speak, "Boss, the one on stage is..." Before he could finish his sentence, Leng Yixiu turned his gaze sharply. The piercing glare swept across his face, prompting Old He to shut his mouth instantly. Recognizing the dancer on stage, it was impossible that his boss hadn't recognized her. No matter whose face it is that would be shamed seeing their ex-wife showing herself in a nightclub and dancing provocatively in front of everyone, especially when his boss was a person of significance. But didn't Young Master Zhong say Young Madam—or rather, the ex-Young Madam—was selling drinks here? How did she suddenly become a dancer? How should this situation be handled? Sёarᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. At that moment, he heard the big boss say coldly, "Tonight's photos and videos, none are allowed to leave this place." "?" Old He stared in confusion, then widened his eyes in shock, "Boss, this... There's so many people here, to delete every photo and video on their phones would be difficult." Old He knew what kind of sensation it would cause if photos of the big boss's ex-wife dancing in a nightclub were posted online. But the people here were all wealthy and influential, wasn't the boss giving him an impossible task? The man cast a light glance at him, his thin lips moving slightly, "If you find it difficult, someone else can certainly do it for you."