After notifying Adrian Knight, Jace Pierce called Flynn Knight next.
"Want to come out for a few drinks?"
Flynn Knight's voice was cheeky, "Oh, spending Valentine's Day without a date and instead inviting me—a big old man—for a good time?"
"Are you coming or not?" Jace Pierce couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense.
"I'm coming."
...
Flynn Knight was adept at hosting such gatherings, and soon a group of wealthy young men gathered at Royal No. 1.
Of course, those rich kids wouldn't miss the chance to invite single ladies to join the fun.
Jace Pierce rarely frequented such places; the smoke, alcohol, and women's perfume around bothered him.
The lights and music were dazzling, the compartment's lighting dim, and Jace Pierce sat on the sofa continuously smoking.
A few beauties wanted to approach and chat, but they didn't dare to, so they could only observe from afar.
After all, Jace Pierce was notoriously hard-hearted towards women, with a foul attitude and harsh words.
