In the end, Yvonne still didn't throw up. She rinsed her mouth with water, then repeatedly washed her hands with soap, scrubbing away every trace of John's touch.
She cupped water again and splashed her face, trying to clear her head, and only after that did she get ready to leave the club.
But the moment she stepped out, she saw Kenneth standing not far away.
In a dark suit, his nearly 6'3" frame stood like a carved statue. The club lights washed over him, highlighting a natural nobility and icy restraint. That king-like aura made it impossible to ignore him.
Kenneth was here too? So when they said a big shot had booked the whole place, they meant Kenneth?
"Good evening, Kenneth." Yvonne walked over and greeted him.
But Kenneth gave no reply at all, his face cold as ice, as if she w
