Without a mont’s hesitation, he moved back two steps to gather strength, then took a long stride and surprisingly agile as a gecko, his fingertips precisely gripping the edge of the windowsill.
With a slight exertion of his arm, he easily leapt onto the windowsill more than two ters high.
Before landing, he made only the slightest sound, and then quickly bent down, slipping silently into the pitch-dark building, following the dim corridor, and groping his way towards the club’s interior.
"Sis... Sis, I’m a bit scared." Maria Carter tightly gripped Emily Parker’s wrist, her teeth lightly chattering from nervousness, her voice lowered extrely, even her footsteps seed sowhat unsteady.
Emily Parker glanced around; the interior of the club was far more luxurious than it looked from the outside, with walls covered in dark golden wallpaper adorned with fine crystal patterns.
The ceiling was hung with a huge European-style chandelier, the lighting intentionally dimd, creating an exceedingly private atmosphere.
From ti to ti, faint laughter echoed from the private rooms on either side of the corridor, with a constant stream of people passing by, most of them n dressed in sharp suits, the sleeves tinged with the scent of alcohol.
Their companions were beauties, either wearing fitted evening dresses or smart, chic outfits, their makeup exquisite.
As Emily Parker and Maria Carter walked past, many of the n couldn’t help but let their gaze linger on them, openly scrutinizing, with so even stopping to raise their glasses towards them, an ambiguous smile at their lips, making Maria Carter feel tense all over, instinctively retreating behind Emily Parker.
The two were like prey entering a hunting ground by mistake, surrounded by the n’s eyes, eyes adhesive and predatory, seemingly ready to pounce and wholly devour them in the next mont.
What was more alarming was that from the mont they entered until now, they had scanned the lobby and corridors and haven’t seen a trace of Liliana Manor.
"Alia Willow..."
Emily Parker suddenly lowered her voice, gesturing with her mouth towards a spot not far away.
Following her gaze, Maria Carter finally spotted a familiar silhouette.
Alia Willow was walking out of one of the private rooms, a smug smile on her lips, casting a glance back into the room, her eyes full of malicious intent.
"Director Lawrence’s next film lead role is mine." Alia Willow scoffed into the air, undisguised arrogance in her tone, "Liliana Manor, you and Maria Carter dared to team up against before, forcing to transfer schools; I’ll make sure you are completely discredited today!"
Saying this, she raised her hand to open the phone’s album, and the screen showed several pictures of Liliana Manor.
In the photos, Liliana Manor appeared dazed, clearly unconscious, surrounded by several unfamiliar n, one arm around her shoulder, another offering a glass of wine close to her lips, the display intimate and glaring.
From the beginning, Alia Willow had intentionally sched to have Liliana Manor join her entertainnt company.
She knew Liliana wished to transform, aware that Director Lawrence held a lead role in a major production in his hands, enticing her to Althaven under the guise of "networking."
She had soone drug Liliana Manor’s water on purpose.
Once Liliana drank it and beca increasingly muddled, she used the excuse of "going to the bathroom" to leave, isolating Liliana in a private room full of n.
Director Lawrence had long been interested in Liliana’s appearance and figure, spotting her incapacitated, imdiately had suggestive thoughts.
Alia Willow calculated the timing perfectly to return, pretending to "stumble upon" the scene, feigning to intervene while secretly recording videos and storing photos, just waiting to release these things afterward, turning Liliana Manor into re plaything.
"We need to hurry over there! Liliana must be in that private room!" Maria Carter looked towards the private room, ready to dash forward, but was gently held back by Emily Parker, who shook her head.
"Don’t be impulsive." Emily Parker’s voice was extrely low, her gaze quickly surveying the servers at both ends of the corridor, "This club is off. Not to ntion the security guards at the entrance; have you noticed those servers passing by just now? Their posture is upright, their eyes vigilant, clearly professionally trained and not ordinary club staff. If we rush in now, even if we find Liliana, I can’t lead you two out of here."
Maria Carter finally cald down, following Emily’s gaze.
Indeed, noticing the servers seemingly serving tea and water, but in reality occasionally observing people passing by, hiding subtle vigilance in their expressions, imdiately losing her previous impulse, pressing, "Then what do we do? We can’t just stand by and watch sothing happen to Liliana!"
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