Justin Battleson stepped out of the hotel with a cold face, the outside was almost dark, twilight painting the sky a gloomy blue-black, making his heart even more somber.
He walked directly towards the parking lot, he never thought he would be driven away by Charlotte Thompson.
Over the years, countless women have tried to get into his bed, all of them filled with sunshine and brightness. She was the first one .
Finding his black Maybach, Justin Battleson’s face looked extremely unwell and he stormed out with a press of the accelerator.
Minutes later, the car pulled up steadily at the entrance of the Blue Tone Club.
"Mr. Battleson, you’re here."
Because he was a regular and a member, as soon as the security guard saw Justin Battleson, he greeted him with a bow.
The man didn’t respond, he directly threw the car keys over and walked into the club.
As a member here, Justin Battleson naturally enjoyed quite a few privileges; the security guard parked his car for him and handed the keys back at the club.
The Blue Tone Club is a high-end entertainment venue in this city, only the upper-class could afford to be here.
The top-class elites could not only become members, but if they were willing, they could also have a stake in the club and enjoy dividends every year.
With no expression on his face, Justin Battleson, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, made his way to the private room that the four of them usually occupied — Room 808.
Pushing open the heavy room door, there was a man sitting inside, who slightly lifted his chin at Justin Battleson’s entrance.
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The person inside was none other than Adam Ross.
He arched an eyebrow, a faint smile hanging on his lips that kept his thoughts inscrutable.
Adam held a wine goblet, the red wine swirled around as he moved, releasing a strong fragrance.
He barely looked up, his glance moving past Adam Ross towards the wine cabinet, seemingly attracted to it.
His attention was focused on the transparent glass cabinet that took up the whole wall, Justin Battleson selected a bottle of red wine from it, a good wine from Tecroeland.
The wine’s color was very deep, the dregs left at the bottom of the bottle was dark red, attesting to its significant age.
Justin Battleson sat down without saying much to Adam Ross, making the leather sofa tremble slightly with his movement.
He popped the cork open, pouring the red wine directly into the glass, in no mood for wine tasting.
The pomegranate-colored liquid filled one-fifth of the transparent goblet.
His fingers were long and slender, holding the stem of the glass, he gently swirled his red wine.
Upon being poured, a rich fragrance was released.
For a moment, the smell of fruits filled Justin Battleson’s nostrils, accompanied by a faint hint of toasted tobacco.
The man’s gaze was icy cold. He tossed back the wine in the glass, the soft taste immediately captivating, yet it did nothing to douse the anger in his heart.
"What’s the matter, Second Brother is upset?"
Adam Ross’s eyes were long and narrow, always giving off a bewitching vibe whenever he looked at someone.
Compared to the other brothers, he always seemed to have an extra edge of appeal.
Asked so many times, the man was angered. He swallowed down a mouthful of wine and poured himself another half glass.
"Must be because of Charlotte Thompson, Second Brother."
Adam Ross continued to stare at Justin Battleson. He had guessed at least half of it and didn’t feign ignorance. He had feelings for Charlotte too, naturally he wouldn’t pretend nothing had happened.
Hearing these words, Justin Battleson looked up, both of his hawk-like eyes filled with bloodshot lines. When he looked at Adam Ross, there was a dangerous aura about him.