Chapter 560 Constantine?
Ryder and his crew walked into the Breeze Club.
"What do you mean the No. 1 private room's already taken? I called ahead and you promised it was ours!" Eli smacked the front desk. "Listen, I'm not leaving without that room. I want to know who's pulling this crap! This isn't how you run a business!"
"Sir, we're truly sorry! Our boss gave the No. 1 private room to someone else. You and your group can take the next best room, and all drinks and food are on the house. How's that sound?" The receptionist looked genuinely stuck.
Upon hearing this, Eli became angry. "No way! Call your boss here! I'm not short on money!"
The No. 1 private room was reserved tonight to make amends to everyone—it had to be done properly.
But now someone else had taken the room.
This was a matter of respect and face, and he couldn't back down!
The receptionist quickly picked up the phone. "Sir, please calm down. I'll call the boss right away! She'll come over!"
A minute later.
Clara came out.
Still charming!
She swayed her way over to Eli.
But Eli wasn't buying it and frowned. "Who are you? Get out of my way!"
These words left Clara stunned.
Brent stepped in. "Mr. Baker, this is Clara Watson, the owner of the Breeze Club."
Eli's voice shot up. "Clara, is it? Care to explain why we got bumped from No. 1 private room?"
Clara offered an apology and explained, "Mr. Young insisted on the room. I didn't have a choice."
"Mr. Young? Constantine?" Eli frowned.
Clara nodded. "That's right!"
"What?" Eli turned his head and instinctively looked in Ryder's direction.
Previously, Ryder had mentioned that the project was inspired by the Young family.
Naturally, he also understood that the two families were currently in a competitive and hostile state.
Ryder shrugged indifferently. "Clara, please arrange the No. 2 private room for us!"
Since Ryder had spoken, Eli didn't say anything more.
The group headed towards the private room.
Behind them, they could still hear Clara's voice: "In the past, it was always rich kids dripping in gold and silver who came here. How come today, both the No. 1 and No. 2 private rooms are filled with people who look like programmers?"
Programmers?
Upon hearing this, Ryder, Brent, and Eli looked at each other, understanding the implication.
As they passed by the No. 1 private room, a waiter happened to open the door, and bursts of laughter came from inside.
Were they celebrating?
Soon, everyone entered the No. 2 private room.
After greeting Eli, Ryder went out with Brent and Rex.
They walked up to the front desk and booked Room 6.
Once inside, Ryder gestured to the waiter and said, "Give us the highest level service here!"
The waiter hesitated. "The highest level? That's a million per person, sir. And we require payment upfront."
"No biggie. Three mil, right?" Ryder pulled out a black card and slapped it on the table. "There's five in there. Keep the change. Now, bring us your top ten lookers, and don't skimp on the booze and bites."
The waiter hesitated: "Ten?"
Ryder squinted. "What, is there a problem?"
The waiter explained his difficulty. "There's no problem! It's just that if you take our ten most beautiful girls all at once, it will be hard for us to meet the same demand from other private room guests later on."
"That's not a problem! If there's an issue, tell them to come find me! Remember, I want the ten most beautiful girls here!" Ryder emphasized again.
The waiter agreed and went out to make arrangements.
In less than ten minutes, the wine and food were served.
At the same time, ten beautiful girls entered the private room.
They took off their long coats.
All were wearing black stockings and camisoles, with extremely sexy figures!
Looking at their bodies and faces, it was quite erotic!
Ryder coughed twice and instructed, "Don't just stand there! Three of you, pour us some wine. The rest, start dancing! Remember, dance the hottest pole dance!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
"Yes!"
The girls responded one by one, pretending to be shy.
Then they each took on their roles.
The girls pouring wine occasionally brushed their softest parts against Ryder, Brent, and Rex's arms, full of suggestiveness!
The girls dancing twisted and turned seductively, making one imagine all sorts of scenarios!
Brent swallowed hard. They agreed it was acting, but did it have to be so realistic?
Rex was extremely stiff. If Sarah found out, would Ryder be done for?
Actually, Ryder was also very uncomfortable, but for the sake of realism, he had to grit his teeth and continue acting.
In his mind, all he could think of was his wife Sarah's fresh and elegant face and her hot and sexy body!
The private room door was suddenly kicked open!
"Who's the bastard that dared to take our girls?"
Ryder and the other two stood up immediately, looking surprised.
Internally, they were relieved.
Finally, they didn't have to deal with these proactive girls anymore. It was too torturous!
A bald man wearing a gold chain and a floral shirt staggered in.
He looked drunk!
Behind him were five or six men with slightly balding heads, looking scholarly.
Each had a flushed face, slightly tipsy!
Ryder feigned confusion. "Who the hell are you? Busting in here, killing my mood!"
The waiter trailing behind gave an awkward smile. "These are the guests from Room 1. They insisted on the top ten girls too. And sir, since you said if there's an issue, just tell them to come find you, I had no choice but to bring them over."
"I see." Ryder stood up, smirking. "Yeah, I did say that. But you, a bunch of baldies rolling in here—are you trying to make me die laughing? Hahaha!"
Brent and Rex stood up too, joining in:
"Seriously, what's with the bald squad? Is this the new trend? Should we hit up the barber for the same look?"
"Hell no! That's a hard pass. It's gross, especially that cueball over there!"
Those words were straight-up savage.
The bald guys weren't having it.
They shot daggers at Ryder and the other two.
The head baldie stepped forward, slapped Rex's face, and smirked, "You got the balls to repeat that, punk? You know who we are? Ever heard of the Young family?"
Rex shot back, "Yeah, I know! You're their lapdogs!"
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