Chapter 320

The Jewell family wasn’t exactly at the top of the social ladder in Capitalton. This club was run by someone incredibly wealthy, and the people who frequented it were the crème de la crème of Capitalton society.

Calliope being the owner here? That was a laughable thought.

Gideon thought these people must be out of their minds, yet he handed over his VIP card for verification.

Once they confirmed it, they let him through.

Gideon quickened his pace, heading in the direction Calliope had just gone. Calliope was typing away on her phone at the elevator door when someone approached her.

“Ms. Jewell, my dear boss! Finally, you’re here! It’s nearly impossible to see you. You can’t escape without finishing what you should do this time!”

“Can’t you show up here a bit more often? You’re always at that little diner. Spread the love a bit, won’t you?”

A man in a sharp navy suit stepped forward.

Gideon recognized him. Although he didn’t know the club’s owner, he knew this man, Franco, the manager.

And Franco was talking to Calliope! Did he call her his dear boss? Gideon felt like he didn’t know Calliope anymore.

When did she become the boss of this club? Wasn’t she the overlooked elder daughter of the Jewell family? The one who, aside from her looks, was considered good–for–nothing? This club, which catered to such a high echelon of society that even he struggled to get in, was Calliope’s?

No way. It was absurd! How could she be so influential? Wasn’t she supposed to be a nobody?

The club’s owner was rumored to be a powerhouse, someone who could rival Silas. In Capitalton, very few could stand toe–to–toe with Silas, and people said the club’s owner was one of them.

But Calliope as the owner? That had to be a joke!

The women at the entrance must have been messing with him, and Franco calling Calliope the boss was probably just a joke. It didn’t necessarily mean she was the owner because he called her boss, right?

Gideon took a deep breath. He was supposed to be on his way to the auction but couldn’t help but follow Calliope and Franco. They entered the elevator and rode straight to the top floor.

He knew the top floor housed Franco’s office and the office of the club’s owner. It wasn’t strange for Calliope to know Franco. Silas was quite familiar with him, too. Perhaps Calliope was there to relay a message from Silas or something.

A waitress at a diner suddenly became a club owner? That was ridiculous!

Gideon felt uneasy. When the elevator doors opened, he looked toward Calliope and Franco. They had already turned the corner toward the office.

He hurried after them, trying to reassure himself that Calliope couldn’t be that influential. He reached the corner just in time to see Calliope and Franco enter the executive office.

Once they were inside, Gideon quickly moved to the door. It wasn’t fully closed, leaving a small crack, and he could hear the conversation inside.