Jenna Roland had only discovered last night that Tristan Ashcroft secretly maintained a team of bodyguards.

These bodyguards specialized in maintaining order at Studio 54, preventing any disturbances.

If Jason Roland dared to cause trouble, Tristan would deal with him before Jenna even had to speak.

Sean Roland nodded, gesturing for Jenna to sit and join the drinks.

She shook her head. "A guest has arrived. I need to attend to them."

"Go ahead." Sean didn’t press further.

Jenna hurried toward VIP Room 888.

She knocked lightly before entering.

Five impeccably dressed men sat inside, each exuding an air of sophistication.

Standing in the center, Jenna gave a slight bow. "Good evening. I'm Jenna Roland. It's my pleasure to serve you."

Oliver Macmillan, clad in a gray suit, looked her over. "Where's your boss?"

"He's occupied at the moment. Shall I notify him for you?"

Oliver crossed his legs. "Tell Ashcroft an old friend is here."

"Of course. One moment, please." Jenna excused herself.

Downstairs, she found Supervisor Patrick Klein and inquired about Tristan’s whereabouts.

"Who's asking?" Patrick questioned.

"The guest in Room 888. He claims to be the boss's friend."

"Just call him directly," Patrick suggested.

Jenna dialed Tristan’s number and briefly explained the situation.

"I'll be right there," came Tristan’s reply.

She returned to wait outside Room 888.

Soon, Tristan arrived in haste.

They entered the room together.

Oliver smirked. "Busy man. Hard to get an audience with you."

Tristan took a seat beside him. "Apologies. I was entertaining some associates."

Julian Richter interjected, "Macmillan insisted on seeing you. We couldn’t stop him."

"Had I known you were coming, I wouldn’t have wasted time with Wang Hai," Tristan said regretfully.

Oliver waved it off. "What’s good here?"

Tristan glanced at Jenna. "Show us what you've got."

She stepped forward and began fluently presenting the club’s beverage menu.