Alexander Arlan Ainsley POV

I stared at the red-haired bitch for five seconds, then looked away. There was no way that bitch could have come to the nightclub, let alone the private room where my three friends and I were. There must have been a traitor who told the bitch where we were!

Me: "Okay. Thank you, Louis."

Louis Movena: "Yes, Boss."

Me: "Tell Dominic to pick me up at the front lobby in ten minutes."

Louis Movena: "Noted, Boss."

I ended the phone call and returned the object to its original place. I deliberately ignored the bastard woman and thought back to the server that had been called, and...