Ethan Lu sat in his private booth, fingers tapping rhythmically against his glass. The elite gathering at the high-end club was as mundane as ever. Money, power, and fake smiles. He had long grown bored of such scenes.
That was until a woman walked in.
Unlike the usual socialites flaunting designer dresses and forced charm, she carried herself with a quiet confidence. A sleek, black dress complemented her sharp features, and her intelligent eyes scanned the room like she belonged anywhere she pleased.
Ethan smirked, intrigued.