CHAPTER 22

Alisha Chuma (POV)

I called the person that I was dying to hear from and wanted to see as well.

I can’t really recall the last time we met in person, but I really missed that person and am eager for a meeting.

“Ring, ring, ring,” the phone kept on ringing for some time, but there was no response.

Seeing that, I didn’t feel as if I had been let down. After all, the others should be busy. And since the phone was ringing, it also meant that the other was in Danzikani, and that was all that mattered at that very moment.

As long as the missed calls were seen, then my call would be returned.

So, setting aside the matter of calling, I began to rummage through my suitcase, that hadn’t been dealt with yet, since I didn’t like anyone touching my belongings without permission.

What if they came across something that I didn’t want them to see?

That would be a disaster and one that I needed to avoid.

I arrived in Aston around two in the afternoon and reached the hotel around four, which meant that I needed to prepare for an early supper if I didn’t want to starve where I was supposed to be going later that night.

So, for the next three and a half hours, I was either eating, making a few phone calls and lastly, I changed into an emerald green evening dress, for the place I was going was a high-end place.

At exactly eight o’clock, I was sitting in another black sedan as I was being driven to the place that I wanted to go.

And since the driver knew where I was going, there was no need for me to have too many worries.

Around ten at night, two hours later after leaving the hotel, the car finally stopped in front of an exquisite building famously known for being one of the private clubs in Aston.

It was a place where one would see all sorts of people from society and it was very popular.

When I stepped out of the car, I dismissed the driver and instructed him to come and pick me up the following day before noon.

With that, I took a step forward to a place that had a sort of become my other home, as I was always visiting there.

When the hulky men guarding the doors saw me, who was not standing in the queue like others. They simply saluted me before ushering me respectfully.

As I sashayed my beautiful body inside the club, I couldn’t help but chuckle as I heard some grumblings from people who were dissatisfied with the treatment that I just received.

If they were envious, why not just do what I did and then get the VIP treatment?

That was one thing that people were completely oblivious to. They were too envious of other people’s achievements. But have they ever sat down and asked themselves what those people did to be where they were?

There was too much crazy stuff happening every day nowadays. From killing others for rituals, organ and human trafficking, prostitution and so many other things happening.

And all of that was making people rich. Others were indeed hard-working and strived so hard to be where they were, but how many were those people?

Maybe a small percentage after all, the majority of people were dirty poor with only less than ten percent being filthy rich.

After entering the club, I went straight for the private elevator, guarded faithfully by a scary man in a black suit. That scar on his face made him look very ferocious.

And as I approached him, the man just stepped aside, and I nodded at him gratefully without saying a word.

After that, I stepped into the elevator hidden from public view and pressed the top floor button.

I stood inside the elevator patiently as the elevator took me to the top floor and moments later; I was walking out.

As soon as I was out, I was welcomed by a familiar face that I had known for over a decade and she smiled at me. “Lady Sawyer, I was waiting for you!” the lady said warmly.

“It’s my pleasure having you wait for me!” I returned the courtesy. After all, the lady was quite well known and held a very special position in the club and organization that made me even envious.

“If it weren’t for loyal people like you, I wouldn’t have been here. So, I am grateful and honored to be the one serving you today!” the lady insisted, making me, who was very happy with her words, feel very good about myself.

“Then I will be in your good hands then, Advisor Yuka,” I said, accepting the arrangements with ease.

Advisor Yuka just smiled at me before taking me to a familiar room where we entered. It was just another room that could be used as a resting place. After all, other club members tended to sleep at the club.

However, unlike those rooms, this was one of the special rooms in the club, for it happened to have a private elevator that led to the underground parking.

And that’s where Advisor Yuka took me and down there, a low-key black sedan was waiting for us.

Me and Advisor Yuka both sat in the backseat before the car was skillfully driven out. It’s been less than thirty minutes since I arrived at the club and yet we were leaving already.

And it had always been like that ever since the club started operating.

All the luxurious clothes were all for show, for there wasn’t even a single second that we would be having fun at the club.

There were more important things waiting for me, and dancing and drinking weren’t one of them.

On our way to a destination that wasn’t supposed to be known though I knew it by heart, since like what Advisor Yuka said before, I was a loyal one. And loyal people had special privileges.

And not getting blindfolded was one of them.