Chapter 430 Dangerous and Charming
Twenty minutes later, the club's alarm suddenly went off.
Security personnel rushed upstairs, opened the private room door with a spare key, and found a brawl in progress.
The floor was stained with blood, and a dozen people were hitting each other with bottles, glasses, or other tools. If someone hadn't triggered the alarm by setting a fire, who knows how long this madness would have continued.
It took more than twenty security guards five or six minutes to separate the drunken brawlers. Only then did they notice a woman lying on the floor, covered in blood.
The woman who was nearly beaten to death was Trinity.
Downstairs, in the car.
Ashley had already changed into her regular clothes and was casually watching the club's entrance from her seat.
As she had expected, a dozen ambulances arrived with sirens blaring.
Soon after, stretchers were carried out from the club's entrance, with bloodied men and women lying on them.
Hannah, terrified and stammering, grabbed Ashley, "Ashley, they... they can't be the people we saw earlier, can they?"
Ashley, looking through the windshield with a faint smile, said, "Yes, it's them. It seems the club's security is quite efficient. I thought the injuries would be worse."
Hannah was almost speechless, stammering, "How... how could this happen?"
Ashley, resting her chin on her hand, waited for the person she wanted to see. She wondered how badly Trinity was hurt. As the only one who hadn't drunk her special concoction, Trinity must have been confused, shocked, terrified, and helpless. It was a pity she couldn't stay to enjoy the scene.
She really wanted to see Trinity's desperate screams.
"There's a drug that's hard to find on the market. After taking it, it causes temporary insanity and violent tendencies. When mixed with alcohol, the effect is doubled. Maybe they got too excited and took those things for fun. A bunch of reckless rich kids, who knows what they wouldn't do?"
Hannah suddenly thought of the alcohol they had brought and covered her mouth in shock.
Oh my God!
Ashley was so devious!
But with such a big incident, wouldn't Blue Star have to shut down?
"But surely someone will investigate. They could trace it back to us. The cameras were all on, and the police could arrest us in no time."
Ashley smiled, "Arrest us? What evidence? The alcohol we brought is no different from the whiskey sold at the club. Besides, the bottles and glasses are shattered, mixed together, and it's hard to even lift fingerprints."
Moreover, she believed that no one would dare investigate Damian's territory.
Even those rich kids, if any of them dared to demand an explanation from the club, Damian wouldn't need to act personally. It would be enough to ruin their lives.
Damian wouldn't allow anyone to tarnish his territory for any reason.
The last stretcher was carried out, and the ambulances left with sirens blaring.
Ashley looked at the now-quiet night, as if nothing had happened.
The club still stood tall and magnificent, like a pearl embedded in the night of Rochester City.
She raised her head, gazing at the top-floor suite, and was surprised to find that Damian's private room was brightly lit!
Was he in the club?
Did she miss him when she left, or did someone just go in?
Whatever the reason, Damian must know what happened inside by now. With his speed, it would only take a word to pull up the surveillance footage, and he would definitely see her and Hannah's faces.
So, Damian should be calling her.
Why was her phone so quiet, not even a text notification?
Ashley looked at the bright window, then at her silent phone.
It felt like a hole had opened in her heart, with the wind howling through it.
It had been almost twenty days with no word from Damian.
Even when she caused trouble on his turf, he could turn a blind eye. This meant he was ready to completely cut ties with her.
Gathering her scattered thoughts, Ashley turned the car key, "It's over, let's go back."
As the car drove further from the club, Ashley's heart felt like it was being pulled, the last taut string snapping, disappearing into the endless night.
Upstairs.
Damian held a wine glass, downing his fourth drink of the night.
Theo, unable to watch any longer, grabbed his wrist and took the glass, placing it on the table, "You never used to drink like this. At your age, you should know how to control your emotions, not be controlled by them."
With his hand empty, Damian pressed his forehead, giving a bitter smile, "Has she left?"
Seeing his furrowed brow, Theo said, "If you want to know so badly, why not go see for yourself? Or at least call her."
Damian lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag before saying, "Selene is still in a coma."
Damian had only told Theo that Selene was still alive.
Others couldn't be trusted to keep their mouths shut.
Theo swallowed his intended words, then took a sip of his drink, "I'm surprised Selene is still alive. But if she didn't die, why hasn't she returned or contacted any of us all these years?"
Damian's eyes, filled with melancholy, watched the burning cigarette, the faint red smoke swirling with the scent of nicotine, "I want to know too, but I haven't had the chance to ask. The people I sent to investigate couldn't find any information about her past."
"If even your people can't find anything, it must be complicated."
Damian thought the same.
When Selene left, she was just a teenager, not even twenty. How capable could she be?
To successfully evade his surveillance and hide a living person for so many years, the other party was no ordinary person.
This was what worried Damian.
"No matter what happened to her, I have to bring her back safely. If I'm not mistaken, she must have been coerced."
Theo nodded towards the window, "What about Ashley? What's your plan? Ignore her forever? Did you know her law license was revoked?"
Damian didn't deny it, "She's more resourceful than I thought. In just a few days, she found out who was behind it and quietly dealt with them."
He had thought Ashley would come to him for help when she encountered trouble, but she didn't. Instead, she silently took matters into her own hands.
Did she not want to see him, or did she not want to trouble him?
Both could be summed up as she didn't want any connection with him.
Theo yawned elegantly, "You called me out so late, I thought it was just for drinks and a chat. Turns out it's to clean up her mess. Since you're here, why not talk to her directly? Hiding here, how will she know it's you?"
When Ashley arrived at the club, Damian received a call from the manager.
He immediately drove over, sat in the private room, and watched Ashley in a red dress through the surveillance video.
On screen, her makeup was stunningly beautiful, especially the indifferent look she gave the camera, which pierced his heart.
Then he realized Ashley was plotting something on his turf.
Every private room in the club had surveillance equipment, but it wasn't usually active.
Tonight, he specifically had the cameras in the two rooms Ashley entered turned on, watching her deliver and serve drinks.
In his anger, he almost rushed out to grab her.
But what happened next forced Damian to calm down.
He never imagined Ashley had such a side to her.
Like a thorny red rose in the dark, exuding a dangerous yet alluring fragrance.
When Theo arrived, the bloody fight on screen had ended. Damian had wanted them to keep fighting, but some idiot had set the carpet on fire, triggering the fire alarm.
Damian's lips curved slightly, "I think she knows."
Just then, Damian's phone rang.
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