"Vivian, are you free tonight? I... need some help with something urgent. I'm not sure if it's convenient for you to come out."
Vivian Sinclair hesitated for a moment, a trace of doubt crossed her mind, but she quickly suppressed it.
After all, they had known each other for so many years and had always trusted each other.
After a brief thought, she replied, "Sure, tell me where to go?"
...
When Vivian Sinclair arrived at the Nightcap clubhouse at the agreed time, the city lights were just beginning to shine.
The entire street was shimmering with neon lights and bustling with people.
She looked up at the lavish sign, lightly pushing open the corridor door leading to the private rooms.
She hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open a crack, her gaze sweeping into the room.
At a glance, she saw Wyatt Morgan sitting on the wide sofa.
And beside him, surprisingly, sat Elara Joyce.
Vivian Sinclair's steps instantly halted.
