Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at a high-end private club.
"Miss Quinn, this way please."
A man in a suit led the way for them and brought them to a private room.
Inside the room, a woman around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, dressed in a white Chanel-style outfit, was chatting with several people, including two foreigners.
Upon hearing the door open, the few people came up to greet them.
"Miss Quinn, a pleasure to meet you, a pleasure."
"Is this Miss Quinn herself? My god, she’s so beautiful."
"Miss Quinn, I’m Rhonda Hale. I’m the one who has been in contact with you before."
Several people greeted July Quinn in succession, led by Rhonda, who introduced herself first and shook hands with her.
"Hello, Miss Hale, I’ve heard so much about you!"
"Has Miss Quinn heard of me?" Rhonda’s eyes lit up.
"Indeed, you’re the daughter of Simon Hale, the top doctor in Esteria, and you’ve already founded two publicly listed companies at such a young age. You’re the top socialite in the elite circles of Esteria; who hasn’t heard of you?" July Quinn said with a smile.
If you listened carefully, you could detect a hint of mockery in her words.
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Thus, Rhonda’s smile radiated brightly, yet she modestly said, "Miss Quinn, you’re too kind. If you ask me, you’re much more exceptional. You’re even younger than me and already a member of Angela Club..."
Listening to these two women praising each other, Susan Carter felt was one big mutual admiration society.
While Susan was rolling her eyes with withheld contempt and planning to discreetly watch "Country Love" on her phone, one of the foreigners who was conversing joyfully with Rhonda suddenly exclaimed, "Are you Mr. Gallup Tom?"
Susan’s eye roll froze.
Gallup Tom was Susan’s former name and also the name famously associated with the head of the Alpha Mercenary Corps.
At the mention of that name, quite a few foreigners in the private room turned pale.
"Gallup Tom? Isn’t that the name of the leader of the Alpha Mercenary Corps?"
Some had reached the point where just hearing his name made them want to flee.
For the Susan of the past, it was a testament to his competence.
But for the Susan of now, it was akin to having his dignity dragged through the dirt.
He, a leader of mercenaries, acting as an assistant beside a girl—if word got out, he wouldn’t be able to face anyone.
So he hurriedly denied, "No, you’ve got the wrong person."
But to make his denial appear more credible, he even forced a friendly smile at the one who recognized him.
The more he smiled, the more the person panicked.
"No, you are him. You are him... I was fortunate to see Gallup Tom when I was beside Ford before."
Listening to this person’s nonsense, Susan was so vexed he almost wanted to kill.
In a crucial moment, July Quinn placed a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to calm down.
Even though he’d been bested by July countless times and suffered many losses at her hands, Susan couldn’t understand why her look of reassurance soothed him inexplicably.
After calming Susan, July Quinn turned her gaze to the foreign individual.
"Sir, if this person is indeed Gallup Tom, does that mean I’m the top boss of the Alpha Mercenary Corps? Would someone as fierce as Gallup Tom serve someone as weak as me? You’re really quite naive."
Oh dear, his ears wanted to vomit after hearing this.