Lena angrily turned and walked away, leaving Grayson with her back view. Her long hair fluttered in the breeze like a shooting star in the night, captivating.
Leaning against his luxury car, Grayson silently smoked two cigarettes. The smoke intertwined under the moonlight, mirroring his inner sadness that couldn't be erased.
On this night, the stars shimmered brightly, yet they couldn't conceal the distant hearts of two lovers. Grayson's mind was filled with countless thoughts, wondering how they ended up like this. They were clearly in love, yet seemed destined to be apart.
"Charles, call Jack, let's go to The Imperial!" Grayson decisively hung up the phone, started the car, kicked up dust, and disappeared into the night.
Meanwhile, Charles was embracing a beauty, lost in delightful dreams. The reluctant murmurs of the young lady made Charles realize only after she hung up that their boss had returned to the country.
These three—Grayson, Charles, and Jack—were the three musketeers of the capital. With distinguished backgrounds and impressive appearances, they attracted countless women who wanted to bear their children.
Grayson was the leader of the capital, while Charles and Jack were second and third in command. While their predecessors engaged in fierce competition in the business world, this generation of three were as close as brothers, growing up together.
Grayson graduated from the prestigious C University in the country and later was sent to Oxford University. He never forgot Lena and maintained his integrity.
Charles was a notorious playboy in the capital, leaving behind gossip in every corner. Jack, on the other hand, was married and became a sacrifice for the family's interests.
Among the three, Charles was the most flamboyant. Grayson was the most low-key, having spent the past few years abroad. He was only known by name among the elite circles, with many wealthy and noble ladies desiring him without ever seeing him.
"Grayson, you're not loyal at all, you returned to the country without informing me!" Charles, in a white suit and sunglasses, appeared like a star.
"I just returned yesterday and attended the company's gathering." Grayson lazily explained.
"On your first day back, you attended a company gathering? Is something going on?" Charles laughed.
Grayson: ...
"Knowing you, you wouldn't attend such a boring event!" "Okay, take off your sunglasses quickly! You're covering up so tightly, are you avoiding some woman?" Jack appeared casually in his leisure wear.
"I was supposed to play golf today."
"The three of us are together again."
"This time you've come back, you won't leave again, right?"
"Yeah."
"Still the same, not willing to say a word more." Grayson remained silent, but his heart was pondering about the beautiful career woman—is she still waiting for his return?
"Come on, let's have a drink!" Charles led them to The Imperial Bar, which he owned, and the super VIP room was only open to the three of them.
"Get some top-notch ladies in here," Charles instructed.
Jack shook his head helplessly. "You playboys will never settle down, huh?"
Inside the room, laughter and the scent of alcohol intertwined. Charles had a beauty on each arm, feeding them drinks and fruits.
"Here, this beauty, go serve my brother," Charles pointed to Grayson sitting in the corner.
"No need," Grayson replied coldly.
He sat in the corner, rejecting the services of the beauties coldly.
"Grayson, do you have a problem in that area?" Charles mocked.