Chapter 285
But Aitairy had developed so many drugs over the years, all of which had achieved great success in the industry. What did this indicate? It indicated they had other methods.
“So you suspected that Felix approached me to get to know me, and also to learn about Michael?” Chris frowned. “He’s got the wrong person. Michael and I… we were definitely not friends or acquaintances.”
“News of the Wilder Group’s alliance with FN has long spread. The person in charge of FN is Nina, and her brother is Roy. Given that, it’s not hard to guess Roy and I would investigate the Hall family.”
“What should I do then? Felix invited me to play tennis next week.”
“Go if you have to,” Jessica said dismissively. “Making friends with Felix won’t hurt, and at most, he probably just wants internal information from you.”
Her eyes flicked as she reminded Chris, “You can leak some unimportant information to Felix without worries. His channels differ from ours, maybe he can uncover different results. If necessary, I will step in.”
“Alright.” Chris felt much reassured by Jessica’s words.
The night in Impelia was dazzling with lights; the busiest streets were still crowded with people. Anthony walked into an unfamiliar alley and pushed open the door at the end. The sight beyond the desolation was unbelievable. The alley looked somewhat dilapidated; cars couldn’t even drive in. This was the old part of Impelia, with no renovation plans in the next 10 years. Yet, behind this decaying area, opening a different door revealed a brand-new world – a world of intoxication and luxury, dazzling lights, and opulent nightlife.
Anthony looked at the address on the business card in his hand. When he pushed the door open, the security guard immediately stopped him. “Sorry, sir, this place is membership only. No membership, no entry.”
Anthony might have been in Impelia for many years, but he never knew this place existed. He withdrew his surprised gaze and instinctively reached for his phone. “How do I become a VIP?” he asked.
The guard sized Anthony up. Looking at his watch, then his shoes, the guard said in a formal tone, “To be honest, our club requires a capital verification for VIP membership.” The mention of capital verification meant money alone wouldn’t solve the problem.
Anthony looked a little flustered, put away his phone, and was about to leave, silently mocking himself for overthinking. The business card slipped from his hand. One of the guards picked it up and immediately called out, “Sir, please wait.”
Anthony stopped, puzzled. Two guards glanced at the card; one handed it back to Anthony with both hands, and the other turned to open an inner door. “Sir, you have an invitation. Sorry for the delay; I will guide you in.”
Anthony looked down at the card. This card had appeared at his room’s door that morning, tucked behind the doorplate with a note asking him to come to the address on the card at night. He hadn’t expected the card itself to be the invitation. The card looked simple – a gilded rose painting with four minimal digits: 1924. This appeared to be the bar’s name. The back was handwritten with an address, no signature. The note said that coming to the card’s address could solve his current problem.
Anthony had indeed… gotten into big trouble. As long as the trouble could be resolved, he was willing to take any risks. As the doorman walked farther away, Anthony glanced back. The door closed again, hiding behind it the bar’s decadent decorations, the soft and gentle music, and… the class he would never belong to.
“Sir, it’s right here.”