The men here, on the other hand, were quite young and visibly well-off. Some of them were even huddling in a corner, head down, lighting up and inhaling some white powder.
Inside the inner room, the door half-open, the noisy music outside couldn't drown out the intermittent moans of men and women...
Anyone with a bit of common sense could figure out what they were doing in there!
Robert Thomson frowned as he looked around but couldn't find Ethan Martin!
Moreover, the people here, though he knew them and they were also classmates studying in Europe, were clearly not part of the circle he hung out with.
These people were even more decadent, more unruly, dabbling in everything from racing cars to yachts to women, a bunch of true trust-fund brats.
Years ago in France, he was seen as a promising young man with a goal in life. Although he knew these people, he didn't have much contact with them.
