Before he called off the conversation,he said to inform the Hugo about tomorror plans.
The plan for tomorrow morning was clear—breakfast as usual, followed by everyone heading to work, except for Grandfather and Adam, who would stick to their usual routine. Adam, however, had something special in mind for the evening. He patiently waited for the day to pass, eager for the moment when he could head to Karako with his friends, a trip they had planned earlier.
Adam wore the dress he had carefully selected with the help of his online friend. Adam wore a white but creamy shirt and an outer wear made out of leather and wore a black jeans followed with sneakers. Once ready, he descended the staircase and informed his grandfather of his plans. Grandfather,with his usual composure, instructed the butler to take Adam to his destination.
The Butler relayed the instruction to the driver , ensuring that the Young Master Adam would be taken to his destination promptly.And told the Driver to wait there till Young Master Adam finishes his party .
Once the arrangement were made, the Butler returned to Mr.Miller aka the Grandfather to report that Young Master Adam was on his way.
Grandfather, ever cautious, paused for a moment before giving another instructions,"Take fews guards to the area ,"he instructed firmly."Have them sationed nearby, just in case if anything happens to Adam."
The Butler nooded in understanding , immediately seeting about the arrangment of guards, his movements were swift and efficient and in no time all Guards were ready to go there.
As the car came to a smooth , stop in front of the bar, the driver stepped out and quickly moved to open the door for Adam. With the practiced grace Adam stepped out , adjusting his outer jacket as the driver quietly closed the door behind him."I will be waiting here , Young Master,"the driver said in calm voice, a very professional tone. Adam nooded in acknowledgment, his focus was shifting to the lively atmosphere around him.
Just then a familiar voice called out from the other side of the street."Oh,look who is it--- the third generation golden boy!"Sam's teasing tone rang out, playful yet loud enough to get the attention of nearby people who keep looking at Adam.
Adam felt a wave of embarrassment rush over him as he blushed slightly, his carefully composed demeanor faltering for a moment."Shut up, Sam,"he muttered, trying to hid his reddening ears, but Sam only laugh louder as he crossed the street to join him.
As Adam and Sam continued their playful banter, the rest of their group arrived . Theo , Mike, Harry and a few others joined them, their voice carrying over the bustling street.Mike was first to comment , grinning as he sized Adam up."Adam, you're looking way too handsome tonight. If I were a girl, I'd definitely fall for you,"he teased with a dramatic expression.
Sam chimmed in without missing a beat, slingling an arm over Adam's shpulder."Same here!you've got the whole charming rich boy thing down to science.
Adam rolled his eyes, though his blush deepened. "You guys are ridiculous," he mumbled, unable to hide the small, embarrassed smile creeping onto his face.
Meanwhile, Theodore stood slightly off to the side, his expression unreadable as usual. With his signature poker face, he said nothing, simply observing the scene in silence.
"Alright, enough flirting with Adam," Harry joked, waving them along. "Let's get inside."
Laughing and joking, the group made their way into the bar, heading straight to the private room they had reserved for the night.
The atmosphere inside the club was electric, the music pumping and the lights flashing, creating a vibrant energy tht immediately put everyone in enjoying mood. .When Adam and his friends entered their reserved room, a cozy space filled with dim lighteninf and a comfortable seating. As Adam walked in, he was surprised to see a birthday cake on the table, its candle unlit but ready for the celebration.
"Why is there a cake here?" Adam asked, slightly confused.
Theodore smiled and stepped forward. "We didn't get a chance to celebrate your birthday properly on the actual day, so we're doing it today. Hope you don't mind a belated celebration."
Adam felt warmth spread through him and smiled back. "I don't mind at all. Thanks, guys."
Just then, Mike waved a waiter over, who brought in a bottle of wine. Sam, who had been running late, walked in at the same time, also holding a bottle of the same wine.
Adam's eyes widened as he glanced at the label. "Wait, isn't this a century-old premium wine? Who ordered this?"
Mike leaned back casually. "That would be me. Don't worry, it has only a little alcohol content." He grinned mischievously before explaining, "I thought it'd be fun to spice things up with a little game."
Adam raised an eyebrow. "A game?"
"Yep, a music guessing game," Mike said,setting up a small speaker."Here's how it's works: I'll play a song for 15 seconds, and we each have to guess the song title. If you guess right, you have to take a shot of any soft drink which you prefer—no excuses. But if you donot get it right, you get to pick one of these chits." Mike pulled out a small bowl filled with folded pieces of paper. "Whatever drink is written on your chit, you have to drink that."