Sufferings

The night was incredibly intoxicating.

The Sexy Club was as busy as it always was. Young men and women crowded under the stage, giving out low whistles at the dancers on the stage. The dancers were as enchanting as they were gorgeous. They had attracted every eye in the club.

The most striking one was the girl dancing in the front row. She was dressed in all red, looking like a seductress on the prowl. The fabric wrapped around her, showcasing her slender waist and long legs. One thing that made her stand out was the exquisite mask hiding her face.

Everyone wanted to see the woman behind the mask, just to have a peek at her attractive face, but unfortunately, no one had ever seen her take it off.

The only thing they knew about her was her name – Sharon.

Every night in the Sexy Club, Sharon would dance around for an hour before leaving the club at ease. She wouldn't stay longer for anyone, not even for a second.

As an independent woman, Sharon was free to come and go as she pleased. Since someone was protecting her, she also didn't suffer from any bar fights. Ever since she showed up, no one was able to see her face.

The woman never tried to fix herself in anyway, but she still stood out from the rest.

There was something about her that seemed so tempting.

In a VIP box on the second floor, opposite to the stage, sat a man in a wheelchair. He looked extremely handsome under the dim light. However, his eyes were as cold as ice as he gazed at Sharon, the enchanting woman on stage.

He didn't bother to look at anyone else.

All of his focus was on her.

At that time, a young lady came into the box. Her eyes were as sharp and as distinguished as the stars. She poured herself a glass as asking, "What brings you here?"

The man clinked glasses with her, raising his head. "When will you come home?"

"Aren't you boring?" The young lady pouted, her voice laced with cynicism.

"Grandpa wants you back, you know." He put down his glass on the table, frowning.

The young lady leaned back, rolling her eyes. "And I haven't had my fun yet. I'll come back when I'm done."

"How long are you still going to hide, Cathy?" he said helplessly.

"As if you haven't done some fair share of hiding yourself, Hiram." Cathy Xiang stared in satisfaction as his face darkened at her words. There was silence for a moment as the tension between them grew even thicker.