Feasting and revelry continued in the nightclub.
Enduring her disgust, Claire finally found the room. She raised her foot gently, and kicked the door open.
Lying on the sofa, Tom and his men raised their heads and saw the girl standing at the door. She was expressionless and cold-eyed, with her usual overwhelming aura.
After a long pause, they realized that their prey had walked in.
Tom immediately stood up to greet her. "Hi, Claire, you finally came."
Then, he winked at his men.
These people immediately picked up the liquor one after another, ready to make her drink.
Bitch, you're dead meat!
Claire walked in and glanced at the bottles on the coffee table.
As soon as she was seated, Tom pushed all the bottles of liquor in front of her.
"These are the wines which I specially prepared for you."
His words were full of ill intentions.
"Claire, which bottle do you want to try first?"
