Under the orders of the wealthiest man, no one dared to speak or ask questions. Everyone, from the wealthy patrons to the club's staff, left the room in a hurry.

Half a minute later, only Dylan and Eliana remained in the private room. The atmosphere was so tense and silent that it was almost suffocating.

"Eliana, you dare to appear in front of me? And in a place like this?" He grabbed her wrist and exerted enough force to crush her bones.

"Where else should I go? Mr. Cunningham, where do you think someone like me should be?" Eliana smiled faintly and skillfully lit a cigarette from the table.

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