Rachel was led into a room, where Eva asked her to take a seat and began applying makeup on her face and doing her hair.
When she was done, it was already six o’clock in the evening.
Rachel had no idea what Victor wanted from her. All she could do was sit and wait.
There was a knock on the door and Eva walked over to open it. Rachel was sitting with her back to the door, but through the mirror she could see the two men who brought her here standing on the doorway.
“It’s time,” one of the men said curtly.
“She will be ready in a few minutes,” Eva nodded.
Rachel drummed her fingers on the table as Eva closed the door and came over.
“Miss Bennet, time to change into your outfit for the night.”
Rachel turned to Eva blinking in astonishment. “Who asked you to dress me up?”
“Mr. Sullivan, of course,” Eva said, her polite yet weirdly unsettling smile never leaving her lips.
“Do you know why?” Rachel was desperate for the slightest piece of information about what Victor had in store for her.
Eva averted her gaze and made sweeping gesture. “The staff here respects the customers’ privacy.”
Rachel looked at Eva searchingly for a while longer, then stood up and walked towards the fitting room.
A single dress was hanging inside. Rachel’s eyes hardened at the sight of it, her expression inscrutable.
She stayed there, staring at the dress for a few moments.
It was all clear now, what Victor wanted from her. This flimsy piece of clothing was all the proof she needed.
Eva’s voice came from behind her. “Mr. Sullivan asked me to pass on a message.
He wanted you to know that your lawyer’s firm doesn’t have a license. He also wanted me to tell you that he wouldn’t mind informing the authorities on your behalf.”
Rachel’s heart almost stopped beating.
She had really underestimated Victor. How on earth did he find out so many things about Andy in such a short time?
His message was clearly a threat. If she didn’t go along with his plans, Victor would make sure that Andy paid the price.
Not to mention that Rachel would have trouble with the will. She could end up losing her inheritance.
Which meant she was at Victor’s mercy.
Rachel gritted her teeth as she looked up at the hateful dress. Clenching her fists, she said in a low voice, “I’ll put it on.”
“You have five minutes,” Eva reminded her kindly.
As night fell, the wild side of the city began to stir.
The Crown Club was one of the most exclusive establishments, frequented only by the elite of the city.
The building had 33 floors in total. The lobby was on the first floor. The upper floors held a rustic coffee shop, a restaurant, a cozy jazz bar, an arcade, a casino and a disco, each establishment taking up an entire floor. The remaining floors held private rooms, suites to be precise, reserved only for the club’s most loyal clients.
The club was the embodiment of the city’s elegance and extravagance, which meant that most people would live their whole lives right next to it and never see the inside of it.
In a private room on the third floor, a waiter knocked on the door twice before cautiously walking inside carrying a decanter of red wine. He bowed in respect and started pouring the red liquid into elegant, crystal goblets.
“Mr. Sullivan, you broke the rules. We agreed that everyone should bring a date, but you’re the only one here without a date,” said the middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the sofa. He had his arm around the waist of a cute blonde girl as he accepted a glass of wine from the waiter.
The man took a sip of his d
rink and went on. “You are ruining our fun, you know. I might start thinking that you are not a man of your word and that’d be a bad start for our business dealings.”
At these words, Ivan, who was standing by the door, looked up.
The man that spoke was a renowned businessman, one that Victor wanted to work with. He was also the host of this party.
This business deal was critical to the Sullivan Group’s profit from the next quarter of the year. It was a project that would cost billions of dollars of investment, so Victor had to attend the party in person.
Ivan’s eyes never left the businessman.
So arrogant! Even if the Sullivan Group was in search of investors, this man’s company wasn’t the only choice.
The fact that Sullivan Group’s searching for new investors didn’t necessarily give the man the right to be arrogant in front of Victor. If Victor wanted to, he could destroy this man, as he had the might of the Sullivan Group behind him.
Leaning against the sofa, Victor stayed completely expressionless, ignoring the provocation. He sipped his wine, looking completely at ease.
The businessman’s face darkened when he saw that his words had no effect whatsoever.
It seemed that Victor didn’t take him seriously!
He had never been treated like this before. Other companies always begged for a chance to cooperate with him!
“Don’t you agree, Mr. Sullivan?” The businessman huffed, unable to hold his temper any longer.
Victor lowered his glass and looked at the man. “Mr. Guzman, you are too impatient,” he drawled.
Trevor Guzman narrowed his eyes but remained silent.
Taking a look at the message he had just received, Ivan strode to Victor’s side and whispered in his ear. “Ms. Bennet is ready.”
Something sinister flashed in Victor’s eyes. He smiled and announced, “Mr. Guzman, why don’t we take it up a notch? Spice up the game a bit.”
“Spice it up, you say?”
“Well, switching dates would do the trick, don’t you agree?” As soon as Victor finished his sentence, the door opened and a waiter came in, followed by Rachel.
The waiter bowed and left the room, closing the door behind him. As Rachel entered, she heard what Victor had said.
Trevor turned to look at Rachel and his eyes lit up.
Even in the dim lighting, the elegance and poise emanating from Rachel was obvious. Her elfin face and the way her dress hugged her figure made her look **** in the classiest way possible. Trevor was lost.
Trevor’s gaze became more and more intense as he stared at Rachel.
“Who are you?” Trevor asked in a hoarse voice and swallowed hard.
Rachel felt uneasy under Trevor’s obvious attention and couldn’t stop the disgust that flashed in her eyes.
Victor didn’t even turn to look at Rachel. When he saw Trevor’s expression, he put his goblet on the table and put on a broad smile. “This is my date for tonight, Mr. Guzman. Now, what do you say? Shall we change the rules?”
Trevor grinned from ear to ear and immediately agreed. “Absolutely! What a wonderful idea! It will be fun! Let’s do it!”
Trevor had seen a lot of beautiful women in his life, but that woman before him was really something else.
At the thought of this beauty within his grasp, he could barely control himself.
Trevor pushed his own date into Victor’s arms without hesitation.
The girl didn’t expect this so she staggered for several steps. She was going to fall straight onto Victor’s lap, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She just stared helplessly.
When she saw Victor’s handsome face, though, she really wished he would catch her in his strong arms.