While silently cursing Damien Valerius, Aurora Sterling followed his steps and quickly walked out of the private room.
It was approaching midnight. In a bustling metropolis known for its vibrant nightlife, the club's main hall was surprisingly empty.
Aurora Sterling didn't think much of it, quickly following Damien Valerius toward the club's exit.
Damien Valerius's pace quickened, and his body seemed to grow heavier. By the time they reached the elevators outside the club, his face was a shade paler than before. His brow was slightly furrowed and his lips were pressed into a thin line, as if he were holding back some kind of pain.
If Damien Valerius had been able to brush Aurora Sterling off with lewd jokes before, his current state was enough to prove that something was seriously wrong.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" Aurora Sterling demanded, her voice serious and her eyes fixed on Damien Valerius.
