The club owner studied the woman's face again. The more he looked, the more familiar she seemed.
Was she a celebrity? No. With her commanding aura, she felt more like a business tycoon. Where had he seen her before?
"Just let me in. Trust me, the moment he sets eyes on me, he won't be able to look away," the woman said confidently.
"Hmm. Alright." The club owner was convinced. Such a bold attitude might interest that playboy. "What's your name?"
The woman smiled, though her eyes were eerily cold and calculating. "Bei Sangyun."
The name struck a chord. The club owner couldn't quite place it, but it felt familiar. Reluctantly, he allowed her in. He escorted her to George Henson, and just as she had claimed, the moment George laid eyes on her, the haziness in his gaze cleared instantly.
