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At the Swish Club…

Lin Yan informed Lin Yuetong when she got there. Minutes later, a young man walked towards her.

"Hi. Are you Miss Lin Yan?"

"That's me."

He cast a quizzical glance at the old, battered car behind Lin Yan, looking conflicted.

"Alright, Miss Lin. Please follow me." Due to his training and experience as a waiter, his expression didn't betray his emotions.

Lin Yan followed the waiter and got into the elevator. They reached the highest level and walked out to the VIP private room.

The interior was sleek and posh and it had all kinds of entertainment. A group of guests who looked as though they were rich bosses were conversing and drinking. A plump man in his fifties was singing horribly with a microphone, yet the audience was applauding.

Lin Yan scanned the room briefly and recognized many faces of the entertainment industry. It seemed that this event was quite exclusive.