Chapter 117


    Patrick could not me Gwendolyn because he had been tricking and setting her up. To exemplify, he


    had asked for more than one hundred thousand in return for taking care of her in the morning.


    Hearing his response, Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes and smiled.


    “All right! It''s good that you don''t need me topensate you.”


    Suddenly, the car sped off at an incredible speed of one hundred eighty miles per hour.


    This was what she had been waiting for. Haha! Finally, I can try out this car! It''s so amazing!


    Shocked, Patrick threw the cigar out the window. The cigar would have burned his face if he had not


    reacted quickly.


    Holding his forehead in exasperation, he turned his head to look at her.


    This woman''s attitude changes so fast.


    The other drivers avoided Gwendolyn as she drove the eye-catching vehicle at a high speed along the


    road.


    With that big a car and that high a speed, it could get anyone killed.


    The journey to Night City usually took an hour. However, Gwendolyn used only twenty minutes that day


    to reach the entrance.


    Patrick''s face turned ashen because of a certain woman''s driving skills. He even experienced motion


    sickness and had a strong urge to vomit.


    Feigning chivalry and grandeur, he remained nonchnt, as he did not want to embarrass himself by


    puking in front of her.


    Turning off the engine, Gwendolyn patted the sterling wheel and scanned around the car. This is such a


    fun experience!


    “We''ve arrived, Mr. Lowen. I feel great driving this car! Look! My driving skills aren''t that bad, after all.


    We''re safe!”


    Beaming with happiness, she grinned from ear to ear, revealing the dimples on her cheeks.


    Patrick''s expression hardened, and he remained silent.


    Pushing the car door open, he strode toward Night City. Seeing this, Gwendolyn quickly got down from


    the car and followed him.


    The next instant, she handed the car key to a valet. Thetter''s eyes lit up with surprise, but it quickly


    disappeared as worry shrouded him.


    “M-Miss, I...”


    The valet wanted to ask her to park the car by herself, as he was afraid that he would scratch her car.


    Ignoring him, Gwendolyn could not care less about it since it was not her car. If anything happened to


    the car, it was not her money that was going to be affected.


    Mr. Lowen is wealthy. Money is no problem for him, but I''m a different case.


    With that thought in mind, she followed behind him to the elevator and went to the twelfth floor.


    Gwendolyn used to work in Night City. Hence, she was familiar with theyout of the ce, and she


    knew different areas catered to various quality of customers.


    The underground nightclub was the messiest of all. One could easily ess this ce even without a


    member card.


    The twelfth floor they were on now was a reserved area for the VIPs. One needed a member card to


    enter this floor. Even if one were wealthy, they would not be granted ess if they did not have a card.


    In other words, the ones who could enter this floor were no ordinary men. They all had solid and


    influential backgrounds. Besides, only five thousand cards were given out by invitation per year. One


    would have to wait for their turn next year if they could not get a ce this year.


    The workers who worked on this floor were the most beautiful and youngest among the other


    employees. Their average age was around twenty-four. Therefore, the twelfth floor was the most profit-


    earning floor among the rest.


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    As the elevator doors opened, they saw golden beams illuminating the magnificent hall. Everything in it


    sparkled like the stars under the reflection of the light.


    Gwendolyn had nevere to this floor, and she was immediately astounded by the sight before her.


    The people who came all lived a luxurious and dissipated life.


    When they exited the elevator, a beautiful woman in a red gown walked toward Patrick and said, “Hi,


    Mr. Lowen. I''ll prepare a room for you. May I ask how many of you areing in?”


    Patrick replied faintly, “Kevin is in room 1208 already.”


    “All right, Mr. Lowen. This way, please.”


    Kevin was a frequent guest here, and the workers were familiar with him. Although Patrick came here


    less often than Kevin, the others still recognized him.