The bass thumped like a heartbeat, perfectly synced with the flashing lights that danced across the crowded nightclub floor.
Damien navigated through the sea of bodies, his suit shimmering in the neon glow.
In the corner, partially hidden by a cloud of smoke and the sounds of laughter, he spotted a small table where a few people were already seated, taking their drinks.
"What can I get you?" As he also took a seat at the bar, a sharp-eyed bartender with vibrant hair and a bright smile leaned over, skillfully pouring drinks with one hand, her eyes sparkling as she wiped her hands with a towel.
Damien planted himself at the bar, taking a moment to soak in the electric atmosphere. "I'll have a whiskey neat," he replied, trying to be heard above the thumping music while his eyes remained fixed on Ye Fan, who was having a conversation with the driver.
Unaware that he was being lured into a trap that would soon make him despair.
