Chapter 24
Chapter 24:
“Let him try,” she replied coolly. The idea of someone tracking her down so easily was almost laughable to her. She doubted anyone could.
Brody didn’t dwell on it long before changing the subject. “Anyway, there’s an auction tomorrow night at the Dark Night Club. The highlight is a piece of jade. They’re saying it has miraculous properties—calms the mind, boosts health, and even stays warm against the skin p>
Yelena’s interest piqued, her eyes flickering with curiosity. “Sounds intriguing p>
“It’s creating quite the stir,” Brody continued. “Plenty of big players are showing up for it. If you’re curious, it might be worth checking out p>
Yelena nodded decisively. “I’ll be there p>
If it really did as it claimed, it could be just what her mother needed.
Once the call ended, Yelena set her phone aside, her mind already shifting gears.
The following evening, Yelena quietly excused herself from home, her destination set—the Dark Night Club.
From the outside, the building was understated, its facade revealing nothing of the extravagance hidden within. However, as she stepped through the doors, a world of opulence unfolded before her.
Approaching the main entrance, Yelena was intercepted by a security guard.
His scrutinizing gaze swept over her, lingering on her youthful appearance. “Miss, this isn’t a place for someone like you,” he said dismissively. “Minors are strictly prohibited p>
Unruffled, Yelena met his gaze with calm confidence. Without a word, she reached into her bag, pulling out a sleek black card.
She handed it to him smoothly. “I’m not underage. Does this clear things up p>
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The guard’s expression shifted instantly at the sight of that card.
“My apologies, miss. Please, go right ahead p>
As Yelena strolled past him, the guard’s thoughts raced.
That card—the black VIP card—was an emblem of unparalleled prestige, a symbol of the club’s most exclusive tier of clientele. Membership here was a hierarchy, with silver, gold, and diamond cards denoting increasing levels of privilege.
But the black card?
It was a privilege, granted only to those whose spending surpassed an astronomical fifty million. Its holders enjoyed unrestricted access and privileges that few could even imagine.
A bead of sweat trickled down the guard’s temple as he watched Yelena disappear into the crowd. He could scarcely believe he had nearly turned away someone so powerful, especially one so deceptively young and unassuming. Yelena stepped deeper into the club, her steady composure undisturbed.
Brody was already reclining in their private room, exuding his usual casual energy when Yelena stepped in. He greeted her with a knowing grin.
“Yelena, perfect timing. The auction’s just about to kick off,” he said, his voice low with a hint of mischief. Leaning closer, he added in a whisper, “Oh, and guess who’s next door? Austin Barton!” He gestured discreetly toward the adjoining room. “Right there. Prime spot—just as ours p>
The auction stage stood just a short distance away.
Yelena’s gaze followed Brody’s, landing briefly on the man he was pointing out.