The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

It was already early morning at this moment. The two bodyguards stationed at the entrance of Pivotage were struggling to stay awake, forcing themselves to stay alert and wait for the next shift. One of the bodyguards suddenly froze while yawning. "Hey, listen. Did you hear something?"

"What? There's nothing."

"No, I heard something. It sounds like something is scaling the walls!"

The other bodyguard felt numb with fear. "I heard this place was a mass grave decades ago. Don't scare me in the middle of the night!" "Stay guard here. I'll check it out."

The first bodyguard grabbed his flashlight and walked to the back of the club warily. He shined the light around and then directed it up the wall.

The harsh white light just happened to brush past Drew, who stood on the edge of the windowsill with his hands in his pockets.

It was the fifth floor, and the windowsill he stood on was so narrow it could barely fit his feet. Losing his balance slightly would mean a fatal fall. However, Drew seemed stable and composed as he stood there and stared down at everything that was happening downstairs.

nothing unusual, the bodyguard

eyes flashed coldly, and a fine glass cutter immediately appeared

a huge hole appeared in the glass window. Drew quickly slipped in, as

in a top-tier private room that had a minimum spend of seven

another curvy and sexy woman to straddle his thighs and feed him wine, mouth to

win! Your downturn is merely

Mr. James? That bastard was merely a dirty stray dog who got lucky. He forgot his place after getting

of the position he lost to Christopher and was enraged. He chased off all the women

women scattered

underling approached. "Mr. James, are these chicks not to your

Pivotage is nothing special!"

actually their manager.