Chapter 14
Charlotte pressed her lips together, pulled out her phone, and brought up her bank balance.
“How about this?” she asked.
The security guard rubbed his eyes and leaned in, counting the zeros on the screen. “One zero, two, three, four, five, six He didn’t even get through all the digits before Charlotte slipped her phone away and strolled past him.
The guard stared after her, wide-eyed. “That’s… a ridiculous amount of money.”
Inside, the club was alive with noise and laughter. People were drinking, partying, losing themselves in every kind of fun you could imagine.
Charlotte stood out like a beam of light in the middle of all that chaos. She was tall and graceful, her posture unshakable, her clothes simple and a little bit academic. In a place like this, she looked totally out of place, but that only made her more noticeable.
She hadn’t even been inside for a minute before people started eyeing her. Was she a lost student sneaking in for excitement, or maybe some sugar daddy’s latest fling? Everyone knew rich men loved bringing pretty young things to clubs like this.
Charlotte moved through the crowd, ignoring the stares, and found a quiet corner to sit. Her cool, steady gaze swept across the hall, scanning faces. It didn’t take long for her to spot the man she was looking for out on the dance floor.
He was probably in his early thirties, sharply dressed with the kind of fake respectability that only made him look shadier. He had his arms wrapped around a curvy woman, the two of them dancing way too close.
Charlotte’s slender fingers curled tight around her drink as she watched him.
She tapped the table. “Excuse me,” she called.
A server hurried over.
“I’d like your most expensive bottle of red wine. And a carton of milk.”
The server blinked, clearly confused. “Sorry, milk?”
Expensive wine, sure, that was easy, but milk? This was an upscale club, not a coffee shop.
“Our priciest wine costs seven figures, but… we don’t have milk,” he admitted.
Charlotte reached into her bag, took out a no-limit bank card and a thick stack of cash, and placed them neatly on the tray. She looked up her face bright and innocent. “What about now?”
The server’s whole attitude changed. He grinned. “Of course. I’ll get it for you right away.”
He rushed off, and less than ten minutes later, he was back with a big smile, carrying a bottle of red wine and a carton of milk.
Charlotte grabbed the milk, poked a straw into it, and took a sip. “Can you open the wine, please?”
“Yes, right away.”
The server uncorked the wine and offered it to her, still grinning. “Would you like to check it?”
Holding her milk in one hand, Charlotte tapped the top of the wine bottle with her other hand. “Send this over to that gentleman,” she said, her voice calm.
“Understood.”
The server took the wine and walked off, completely missing the thin layer of white powder floating inside. A gentle swirl and it disappeared.
“Mr. Ham, a young lady sent you this bottle of wine The server set the bottle down and turned to gesture back at Charlottes spot but stre was already gone. fo
Where did she go?
The man glanced up, but didn’t care who sent it. His eyes were glued to the wine, a bottle worth hundreds of thousands. He grinned and smacked the woman next to him on the hip. “Come on, baby, pour me a glass.”
He knocked back several glasses in a row.
A few minutes later, a woman screamed out on the dance floor.
Everyone’s head snapped in that direction.
A man was collapsed on the ground, his pants soaked, a mess spreading beneath
him.
He had lost all control, right there in front of everyone.