"Hey, Young Master Simmons..."
Before she could finish, she had already left the private room.
The others were just stunned for a second before they continued to drink and have fun as usual.
After all, someone else was picking up the tab.
It was a high-end club, and it was no rare sight to see gatherings here.
It offered privacy, a favourite for the wealthy and celebrities alike.
The only downside was the exorbitant expenses—one could spend at least a few hundred thousand just for a night. If they ordered a few bottles of name-brand liquor, the bill could easily run into the millions.
Jimmy Simmons left the club but didn't go far, standing by the entrance and reaching into his pocket for a cigarette.
Before he could light it, he spotted a familiar, slender figure in the distance.
She was on the phone.
From afar, he could only see her profile, smiling, her soft voice carrying through the wind.
He couldn't make out the words.