At the thought of that, Francesca took a cab and made her way to a street near Sultry Night. She

bought some equipment and dressed herself up, disguising as one of the seductive women at Casino

Inferno before entering the bar.

Sultry Night was crowded with people and deafening heavy metal music filled the air. The place was

livelier than Casino Inferno.

As Francesca searched for Danrique among the sea of people, she noticed a man dressed in a suit

was leading a group of male models that were wearing face masks, walking toward the section of

private rooms.

The group of men chatted as they walked. They mentioned something about an honorable guest who

had come to the bar that night and was choosing a male model in the VIP room.

It was her first time at the bar, so she did not know what a VIP room was. Despite that, when she heard

the words “honorable guest,” she wondered if it was Danrique.

Hence, she followed the group of male models into the private room section.

Along the way, she passed by a luxurious WIP room, and she saw the suited man guiding the male

models into the room.

Francesca leaned over and took a glance; two women sitting on the sofa came into view.

One of them was gorgeous, fairskinned, and dressed in a white skirt. No doubt, everyone's eyes would

light up at the sight of her. However, she was drunk and was lying on the sofa muttering nonsense.

The other woman was dressed in a yellow skirt and looked rather pretty. Yet, she was way out of the

white-skirt woman's league.

At that moment, she was tugging at the woman dressed in a white skirt, consoling, “Don't be sad.

Hector is on the way—"

“I won't forgive him even if he comes. What nonsense is this?” The woman in the white dress was

enraged. “His parents announced the engagement was called off, while he said nothing...”

“Calm down. That's how men are. They just don't know how to appreciate things. This time, our

purpose is to make him angry and nervous. Look, these are all the male models I've hired. Go ahead

and pick one. Once Hector is here and sees another man pursuing you, he'll definitely panic.”

Francesca rolled her eyes as she watched the scene. That woman in the yellow skirt is obviously

setting the white-skirt woman up. But the latter is quite stupid as well. I can't believe she actually fell for

such a cheap trick.

When she was about to go in and expose the yellow-skirt woman, a familiar figure passed her by. It

was Danrique. Seeing that, she hurried after him.

Once Danrique, Sean, and the others entered the private room, Gordon brought a group of men and

guarded the outside. Francesca was about to enter before the security guard of the bar stopped her.

“This is the VIP room. No outsiders are allowed.”

“I'm looking for—" Francesca paused halfway and rephrased her sentence. “I'm looking for that man

who entered earlier. He's my friend.”

“Who are you, ma'am? How are you associated with the honored guest?” The security guard showed

no respect for her.

At that time, Francesca was dressed in a red lace dress and had delicate makeup, which was precisely

the look of a dancer at Sultry Night. Naturally, she did not look like she was someone of high status.

Francesca wanted to charge in there, but a few more bodyguards came over and threw her out.

She had no choice but to think of other options.

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Danrique merely sipped his wine in silence.