Chapter 544
Chapter 544:
He’d grown accustomed to her talent for landing in embarrassing circumstances.
On the other end, Brenden’s groggy voice filtered through, rough with sleep. “Fiona? This isn’t your number. Where are you? And why the hell are you surrounded by bodyguards p>
Keeping her voice steady took everything she had. “Just, just get here,” she snapped, the tremor in her tone betraying her fear. “I need to leave this awful place p>
It was humiliating to admit that she had been played. And tonight, she had no one to blame but herself.
Once she got out of this nightmare, Fiona swore she’d make them all pay. Every last one of them.
On the other end of the line, Brenden’s voice sharpened as sleep faded. “I’m coming over now p>
“I’m in The Oasis Room,” she said quickly, her voice tight. “Hurry p>
Brenden didn’t quite catch it. “What p>
Q𝘂𝘢𝗹і𝘵𝗒 𝘁𝗋𝘢𝗇s𝗹𝗮𝘵i𝘰ոs 𝘰n
“The Oasis Room,” she repeated, softer this time, her gaze darting nervously to the wall of tattooed muscle looming nearby. Her throat tightened. “Please hurry p>
“Alright,” Brenden said, already on the move. “I’m on my way p>
Minutes later, his car screeched to a stop outside Blue Star, only for the doorman to step in front of him, blocking his way. “Sorry, sir. We only serve female clients here p>
Brenden’s jaw clenched. “I’m here to pick someone up p>
The doorman’s tone hardened, his stance rigid. “Then call your friend and have her come out p>
Six months ago, one of their escorts had gotten himself tangled in a scandal with a rich housewife, using her husband’s secondary card to shower him with gifts—even a luxury sports car.
When her husband found out, he’d stormed the club and snapped the man’s legs right there on the marble floor. If the owner didn’t have powerful connections, Blue Star would have been shut down.
Now, Brenden was left pacing outside the entrance, his frustration building.
He called Fiona again. “They won’t let me in. Should I call Wesley? You know no one would dare stop him p>
In Okburg, Wesley’s name carried weight; there wasn’t a single place that would dare deny him entry.
Inside, Fiona gripped Roderick’s phone so tightly her knuckles whitened. “If you dare call Wesley,” she said, “I’ll never speak to you again p>
“Then what?” Brenden sighed. “I can’t get in, and you can’t get out p>
“You can just pretend to be a staff member and slip in,” Fiona said, her voice low and tight. “Just hurry up.
“And Brenden,” she added sharply, “don’t make a scene p>
He grimaced. Posing as staff wasn’t exactly his idea of a solid plan, but Fiona was trapped inside.
Fine. If they kept it to themselves, maybe no one in their circle would ever find out.
With a resigned sigh, he strode back to the doorman. “Actually,” he said, adopting a casual tone, “I’m here for an interview p>
The doorman’s brows knitted, suspicion flickering in his gaze.
“It’s true,” Brenden said, layering charm over his words. “I heard working here pays well. Thought I’d see if striking it rich overnight was more than just a rumor p>
With deliberate ease, he shrugged off his jacket, revealing a lean, sculpted frame that drew a second look. “Besides,” he added smoothly, “I’m alone. Even if I wanted to cause trouble, I couldn’t p>
The doorman hesitated, weighing the situation before muttering into his radio.
Moments later, the manager appeared.
The moment his gaze landed on Brenden, it lingered.
This newcomer wasn’t just good-looking; he was dangerously handsome, effortlessly charismatic.
Even the club’s prized escort, Roderick, would pale in comparison if the two stood side by side.