The night sky was as deep as ever, with a gentle evening breeze. The cool moon was veiled by thin clouds, emitting a hazy glow.
The elevator slowly descended. Clara Sutton leaned against the elevator wall, her face tired. Gradually, she calmed the tumultuous emotions within her, the anger in her eyes ebbing away.
Outside the club, the breeze tousled her hair. A smoke-gray Bentley was parked nearby in the shadows, its headlights flickering as the window rolled down. She looked up, and a familiar enigmatic handsome face appeared in the depths of her gaze.
Clara stepped over, opened the car door of the passenger seat, sat in, and fastened her seatbelt.
"How much did you drink?" The strong scent of alcohol made Sebastian Astor furrow his brows, his voice cool.
"Not much, just a few cups." Clara looked at him, her expression indifferent.
"Dinner with the program group?"
"Hmm."
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Did someone upset you?"
