After snagging his mbership card, Zachary spotted Rosemary from behind and called out. Sure enough, it was her!
"What are you doing here?"
Zachary strode towards her, suddenly rembering the job advertisent at the club entrance. "Are you here for the job interview?" he asked in disbelief.
Rosemary was speechless.
"Are you strapped for cash?" Zachary asked, noticing her designer outfit. With her spending habits, even a fortune wouldn’t be enough.
"You’re a spendthrift. Now that you’re not with the Harris family anymore, you need to tighten your belt."
Upon hearing his words, Rosemary thought to herself, ’Is he out of his mind?’
"I’m here for a reunion with Yoli. I just got her a mbership." Zachary raised his card proudly, as if it were a symbol of his wealth.
Hoping to impress Rosemary, he invited her in his most gentlemanly manner: "If you’re free, why not join us?"
Not bothering to reply, Rosemary turned to leave.
"Hold on." Zachary was taken aback by her indifference.
"Even if you’re jealous of Yoli and , basic manners dictate that you should at least say hello to an acquaintance, don’t you?"
Rosemary shot him a dissatisfied look. "I don’t want to talk to soone like you. Got a problem with that?"
"I haven’t seen you in a few days, and you’re already this crude. What kind of people have you been around to turn out like this?" Zachary feigned pain. Rosemary was incredulous. "Who I hang out with is
none of your business. You’re sticking your nose in too far. If you’ve got issues, go see a doctor instead of wandering around."
Zachary was initially furious, but on second thought, he felt sorry for her. She was probably looking for a job, even if it ant catering to old n, just to make ends et.
"Do you need help with anything?" he asked.
Rosemary rolled her eyes at him. "Are you nuts?"
Then she followed a waiter away.
Watching Rosemary walk towards the VIP rooms, Zachary speculated if she was not here to apply for a waitress job but to serve high–profile custors in the VIP
rooms.
Suddenly, it all made sense. No wonder she didn’t care about his mbership card. She probably had bigger fish to fry!
That must be it!
Just then, the door to the VIP room opened, and Yolanda, spotting Zachary standing in the hall looking peeved, asked, "Zachary, have you got your mbership? What are you looking at?"
Following his gaze, she saw a figure resembling Rosemary entering a VIP room.
"Is that my sister? She’s here too?"
"What a disgrace." Zachary sounded quite miffed. Yolanda quickly realized that the woman must be Rosemary. Otherwise, Zachary wouldn’t be upset.
To confirm his suspicion, Zachary stopped a passing waiter. "Can I ask, what special services does this club offer?"
"Special services?" the waiter thought for a mont. "We have a lot. What are you interested in?"
They had entertainnt, leisure, and sports categories, with many different options within each.
Each one was very interesting.
Zachary clenched his fists. So Rosemary was indeed serving aristocrats in the VIP rooms!
This realization made him even angrier. He tersely told the waiter, "Never mind, you can go."
"Zachary."
Yolanda tried to say sothing, but Zachary cut her off: "I gotta hit the john a sec." After he left,Yolanda felt a bit annoyed. Rosemary always popping up like a bad penny.
Just then, so classmates showed up, and Yolanda greeted them cordially, leading them into the private room.
"Alright folks, today’s feast is on Yoli’s husband–to–be. Pick whatever you fancy to eat and drink, but don’t go wild, we don’t want to leave a bad impression on her man. Don’t make Yoli lose face," Sophie
said.
Everyone nodded in agreent, praising Yolanda’s fiancée, and started gossiping about his family background.
"His dad’s the richest guy in Golden City." Yolanda ntioned it casually.
"Golden City’s top dog? Rolling in money, huh?"
"No wonder he was considering the ten–million private room earlier, he’s loaded."
"What ten–million private room?"
"You guys probably didn’t know that Yoli’s man was really splashing cash earlier." Everyone started chattering about Zachary’s generosity and singing Yoli’s praises. Zachary returned from the restroom and a couple of girls imdiately flocked to him.
"So you’re Yoli’s fiancée!"
"Please look after Yoli in the future; let buy you a drink!"
Zachary was a bit ruffled by Rosemary, but he kept his cool, accepting drinks from whoever offered. He gulped them down one after another.
Yolanda could tell the girls were trying to curry favor with Zachary, but she knew Zachary wasn’t the type to fall for that, so she just chilled out and chatted with others, not letting it bother her.
Before long, the door to the room was pushed open, and a mischievous guy walked in with a bunch of friends.
"Oh, it’s Wilson!" Sophie recognized the newcor and promptly put a bottle of booze on the table in front of him, saying, "You’re late; you’ve got to drink! Everyone else chid in, "Drink up, Wilson!"
Wilson scoffed, his gaze passing over everyone and landing on Yolanda.
He’d heard she’d returned to her birth family, but he hadn’t expected her to have beco so elegant.
She was wearing a strapless dress that day, showcasing her sexy figure: He felt a pang of nostalgia.
Wilson was the class clown and a bit of a bully because his family was well–off. He dropped out when he was a sophomore in high school and beca a minor hooligan, leading a gang of twenty or thirty.
He picked up the whiskey glass in front of him, gave a smirk, and downed it in one go. Many people clapped and cheered.
"Tonight, it’s on ." He tossed the glass aside, which was promptly caught by one of his lackeys.
"You’re a bit late for that." Sophie said easily, "Yoli’s fiancée has already forked out three hundred grand for this swanky room; all the expenses tonight are on him!"
At the ntion of ’three hundred grand’, Wilson’s gaze turned to Zachary, scrutinizing him with an icy arrogance. Out of everyone in the room, he had the most outstanding aura.
No doubt, he must be Yoli’s fiancée.
"Nice to et you; I’m Zachary."
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