Jarta, in a leisure club.
This club was not your ordinary one; the people coming in and out were all prominent figures in Jarta.
Not only did they need to have money, they also needed... power, in order to become members here.
Pick a random one, and you'd find an astounding identity.
Declan Darcy sat on an open-air balcony, with a glass of plain water in front of him. He took a few sips and then casually put it aside.
A person at the table next to him chuckled, "CEO Darcy, you're here to relax and you're just having plain water? Come on; give me face, let me open a very fine vintage of Lafite for CEO Darcy?"
Was there any wine that Declan Darcy couldn't afford?
He just smiled, "No more. This wine, if you drink too much, you tend to get drunk."
The person at the next table shook his head, saying, "It seems that CEO Darcy is not giving me face…"
Declan Darcy picked up the glass of plain water, lifted it slightly, then took a sip.
What's wrong with plain water?
