The employees were getting closer, but Matthew kept talking. Rachel knew he was doing it on purpose. Furious, she clenched her teeth and hurriedly left. She didn't want to be near him anymore; another outburst of nonsense would ruin her reputation.

Most men were careful with their words around Rachel, owing to her cold demeanor, but Matthew said whatever he wanted. He watched as she sashayed away, his eyes glued to her receding figure.

Eventually, female employees walked by and saw Matthew staring at Rachel in a daze. They looked at him disdainfully, whispering among themselves.

“Is he an employee here? I can’t believe he dares to stare at Ms. Carter like that.” “He’s got a lot of nerve, gaping at her like that. Isn’t he afraid of getting fired?”

Hearing their discussion, Matthew withdrew his gaze. After three years without being around women, he couldn't control himself when he saw someone as beautiful as Rachel. He was inadvertently drawn to her.

Unfortunately, all Matthew could do was look. The temptation was akin to torture, like a child teased with candy—he could smell it but not taste it.

After arriving at the basement parking lot, Rachel got into the car. Matthew sat in the driver's seat and asked, "Where are we going?"

Rachel, seemingly upset about what had happened, ignored him. After a while, however, she realized she had to speak or they wouldn't go anywhere.

"Opulent Club. Jeffrey wants to meet me there for a business deal."

Jeffrey? Hearing this name, Matthew felt uneasy and decided to warn Rachel, "I think he's up to something."

Rachel rolled her eyes. Even though she looked upset, she exuded a captivating charm. "Why do you think I called you in the first place?"

Matthew grinned. "Oh, I get it now. You're asking me to watch over my sweetheart."

Rachel glared. "When did I become your sweetheart?"

As Rachel protested, she found Matthew cringeworthy. Thinking about this, she started giggling to herself, eventually breaking into a fit of laughter. Her voluptuous figure shook as she laughed, and Matthew's heart started racing.

Rachel laughed for a long while before noticing Matthew's strange gaze. She crossed her arms and glared. "Drive now. I don't want to be late."

Matthew snapped back to reality and quickly nodded. After swallowing hard, he recomposed himself and drove off.

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived in front of a building. Matthew got out and walked Rachel to the entrance. He asked, "Is this Opulent Club? I've never heard of it."

As Rachel walked, she introduced the place. "The club opened six months ago. Nobody knows who owns it, and the place has special rules. There are nine floors. The first floor is open to the public. To enter the second, you need to be somewhat wealthy. The third is for influential figures, and the fourth is only available to well-known people.

It is said that no one has entered the fifth floor, let alone the subsequent floors."

Matthew clicked his tongue. "It's just a gimmick."

Rachel said sternly, "I'm being serious. Besides, I can only enter the second floor myself. Grandpa visited the third and spent a million there. He said it was totally worth it. He's eager to reach the fourth floor, but he's not eligible. I can't even imagine what's on the fourth floor."

Matthew was taken aback. "Does that mean the ninth floor is even pricier?"

Rachel shook her head. "Forget about the ninth floor. No one is allowed up there."

Matthew was speechless. All these rules and mysteries for a club? It felt like a gimmick to draw attention.

"Even if it was free to enter, I wouldn't go—much less spend money here," Matthew remarked.

Rachel shook her head. She used to think that too, but she realized it was worth the money after visiting the second floor.