I took the initiative to contact Lucas Hayes. He gave me the address of an exclusive private club and told me to meet him there.
Inside the club's VIP lounge, the lights were dim, and the music hummed as men and women mingled and drank. Lucas sat right in the center, a hostess snuggling against him on either side. He looked arrogant and relaxed, like a prince looking down from his throne.
I walked up to him and said calmly, "We need to talk."
Lucas pretended not to hear me, leaning down to laugh and flirt with the hostesses beside him, deliberately ignoring my presence.
I picked up the microphone on the table, and my cold voice echoed through the entire lounge. "Lucas Hayes, I want to talk to you."
The music cut out instantly, throwing the lounge into a dead, awkward silence.
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