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Chapter 603
Chapter 603:
Vera sat rigidly on the edge of the plush velvet sofa, clutching her designer purse to her chest. She held a membership here for networking purposes, but she had never once utilized the actual services. The predatory energy radiating from the room was making her sweat.
June, however, was completely relaxed.
She leaned back into the sofa cushions, crossed her legs, and swept her gaze over the men below with the cold, detached precision of a scientist evaluating lab specimens.
The heavy oak door of the suite opened silently.
The club manager stepped in — a man in a flawless tuxedo, carrying a silver tray bearing two glasses of vintage Dom Pérignon.
“Good evening, ladies,” the manager said, his voice smooth as silk. “Welcome to The Underworld. How may we serve you tonight? We have a new selection of European models, or perhaps something more… aggressive p>
June didn’t glance at the champagne.
𝘕𝗈𝗏𝗲𝗅s 𝗶𝗇 𝘵𝗋𝘦𝗇𝗱 𝗼ո
She reached into her trench coat pocket and pulled out a small, heavy, matte-black hardware wallet. She tossed it onto the crystal coffee table. It landed with a sharp metallic clack.
“I don’t want a model,” June said. Her voice was freezing cold and absolute. “I want the most dangerous, most manipulative man in this building. I want your top tier p>
The manager’s professional smile faltered for a fraction of a second. His eyes dropped to the cold wallet.
“You are referring to Archer, Madam,” he said carefully. “But I must warn you — Archer is highly selective. He does not accept cash. He works exclusively in cryptocurrency, and his rate for a single evening is p>
June cut him off and stated a number in Bitcoin.
It was a figure so astronomically high it could have purchased a luxury condo in Tribeca.
The manager drew a sharp breath. His posture transformed instantly from polite to deeply subservient. He bowed at a perfect ninety-degree angle.
“As you wish, Madam. He will be with you momentarily,” he whispered, backing out of the room.
The moment the door clicked shut, Vera seized June’s arm. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the coat.
“June, what the hell are you doing?!” Vera hissed, her eyes wide with panic. “You are dropping millions of dollars on a male prostitute? Are you having a psychotic break? Is this the PTSD p>
June gently pulled her arm free. She picked up a glass of champagne and took a slow sip.
“I am perfectly sane, Vera,” she said softly. “I am just buying a weapon p>
Ten minutes later, the door clicked open again.
A man walked in.
He was incredibly tall, with broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist. He wore a simple, perfectly tailored black dress shirt, unbuttoned at the collar. His eyes were a piercing, predatory shade of emerald green. He radiated a dark, lethal, feral energy.
This was Archer.
He crossed the room with a fluid, unhurried stride. He didn’t smile. He stopped directly in front of June and slowly sank to one knee on the Persian rug.
“At your service,” Archer said. His voice was a deep, gravelly rumble that seemed to vibrate in the stillness of the room.
June leaned forward and looked down into his green eyes, evaluating him in silence.