This club was property of the Sinclair Family.
Besides entertainment and dining, of course, there were places to rest.
After bringing Baron Lawrence to the room he usually used on the second floor, Adam Sinclair said, "I've arranged for the manager to send a new set of clothes over right away, so you just wait."
"Mm."
"Then I'll go downstairs first."
"Go ahead."
Adam Sinclair casually pulled the door shut behind him.
Impatiently surveying the room, Baron Lawrence felt an annoying stickiness on his arm where the alcohol had spilled, contributing to an uncomfortable sense of irritation.
He carelessly took off his sweater, and just as he was about to throw it into the trash can, the image of a petite woman holding the sweater and smiling blossomed in his mind. His motion suddenly froze, and changing direction, he tossed the sweater onto the bed instead.
Then, bare-chested, he walked toward the bathroom.
"Splish splash..." The sound of running water filled the air.
