Chapter 111 Introducing Her to the Crew
Judson’s reckless spending had once cost Eula a fortune just in a single morning. Being cautious was the least of her problems.
Eula cracked a mischievous smile when she heard his complaint. "All right, as long as I'm not on the hook for damages."
With that, she slammed her foot down on the accelerator, and the car's speed rocketed to a blistering 100 mph, still climbing.
The thrill of the ride was exactly what Eula loved; she could finally test her limits. The rush was absolutely exhilarating.
Judson was stunned, his cigarette flicking out the window in shock. If not for his quick reflexes, the cherry might have branded his face.
He resignedly rubbed his forehead and stole a glance at her. Her mood shifts were even more unpredictable than the weather.
Eula's flashy ride commanded the road, other vehicles instinctively giving way.
It seemed everyone respected the power of such a beast; a collision would come at a steep price, indeed!
So, she raced along and what would normally be an hour's journey was cut down to a mere twenty minutes. Eula pulled up at the entrance of the city's well-known non-stop party hub, Nighttown.
Judson was ashen-faced, queasy from Eula's driving antics and on the brink of being sick.
But to maintain his composure and male pride, he resisted the urge to throw up, especially in front of this woman.
After turning off the engine, Eula patted the steering wheel, looking around with content. "This ride is seriously kickass, Judson! And my driving skills are pretty good, no accidents at all!"
She turned towards Judson with a broad smile, her eyes shaped like crescents, dimples gracing her cheeks.
Judson, stony-faced, didn't respond and swung the car door open.
He strode towards Nighttown, and Eula hurried after him.
She tossed the car keys to the parking attendant, who caught a glimpse of the car and visibly marveled before a worry line creased his forehead.
"Miss, I'm not sure if I should..."
Fearing he might scratch it, he hesitated, suggesting she might want to park it herself.
But Eula didn't care. The car wasn't hers, and it wasn't her problem.
With a carefree shrug, she thought, Judson could afford it. Why should she fuss over it?
Judson followed the man unworriedly, hovering around the elevator before making their way up to the 12th floor. Eula had previously been a dancer in the never-sleeping nightclubs of the city, so she knew her way around—the night scene had its own hierarchy.
The chaos reigned supreme in the underground clubs, where anyone could walk in without a membership card. But the 12th floor they were heading to was known as the private area, accessible only with a membership card that money alone couldn't buy. It required wealth and influence, and only five thousand memberships were available each year—if you missed out, you had to wait until the next.
The staff working on this level were the crème de la crème, the youngest and most beautiful, all under 24, and naturally, they were also the highest earners.
As they arrived on the 12th floor, the elevator doors slid open, revealing a bright and elegant hall adorned in gold, which shimmered under the lights, almost blindingly splendid. Eula, never having been to this level, was completely awe-struck by the sight before her. It was truly a world of glitz and gold, a place of vice.
Stepping out of the elevator, they were greeted by a stunning woman in a long red dress. "Mr. Judson, welcome. How many guests do we have? I have a private room prepared for you."
In a calm voice, Judson replied, "The young master is already here, room 1206."
"Mr. Judson, right this way, please."
Hugo was a regular here, well-known to the staff, who also recognized Judson despite his less frequent visits.
