The person in charge at the back nodded politely to her in thanks. Clara nodded in response, took two steps forward, and instinctively glanced into the private room. Her gaze suddenly stopped and sharply focused on a man laughing wildly while holding a seductive woman with heavy makeup in his arms.
Clara's eyes narrowed slightly, she raised her eyebrows, and a mocking smile curved her lips: "Isn't this a case of searching high and low only to find it effortlessly? This dinner wasn't wasted after all."
Clara picked up her phone again, opened the camera, and zoomed in bit by bit. Just as she pressed the shutter, she sensed something unusual.
Her gaze suddenly concentrated, tinged with coldness. Even in the dim colorful lights, the red aura surrounding the man was particularly noticeable, especially in stark contrast to those beside him. Clara frowned, pressing her red lips into a straight line.
Red aura can signify a disaster involving blood.
