It was nighttime.

The most prosperous and also the largest entertainment area in the country was the famous Ninth Alley in the east of A City.

Its landmark, the 36 floors building the 'Fireworks Bar' was lit up by neon lights, which made it dazzling and luxurious.

The first floor was the reception area, in the center was the fountain of Venus.

Red carpets extended from the door to the elevator, walking on the red carpet, one could see two rows of 18 beautiful girls greeting incoming customers with their sweet voices.

These girls would also bend down 90 degrees to welcome the customers, which made the customers feel that they were very respected.

The second floor was a feast of beauty.

In the middle of the open lobby was a huge triangular bathtub of 100 square feet, a special solution had been added to the water in the bathtub.

The air was filled with a light blue mist and a faint smell of wine.

Ladies' hot figures and smooth long legs could be faintly seen in the mist...

There was a row of booths at the east side of the bathtub, which was a quieter place.The bartender dressed elegantly and skillfully served the guests.The colorful lights hanging from the ceiling kept spinning, the lights flickered in this large, misty, and watery space.

Under such an environment, people naturally became more indulgent, occasionally, there were flirting sounds...

the

big hand at friends

away, I'm serious, go away.I'm not in the mood

when Mr.Shepherd came, he would enjoy himself and have

someone asked with a smile, "Charles, I haven't seen you much this month.Where did you go? Did anything good happen to you or did you work ona

news? Leave me alone and go away! Go away!" Charles scolded as if he had

that he

other rich men looked at each other confusingly, shrugged, and finally

a good temper and a lot of friends, he usually had a mild disposition.He had not appeared in

they wanted

none of his friends had expected that

finally became quieter, Charles reproved with a sullen face, "Damn it,

a glass of whiskey on the table, he poured it

the phone on the

was annoyed again and scratched his short hair with both hands.He remembered that

he was in a private hospital in Seattle

was in a coma after the operation and the doctor kept issuing

call from Christina, he was

want to talk to Patrick? How dare you say that?

looked very complicated and

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