Chapter 129 Laugh His Tears Out
Frank rode Larry away from Dragon Street. "Mr. Bennett, where are we headed?"
"Downtown, Prestige Club at Hill Street."
Frank nodded and focused on driving.
"You know, Amy's not that bad," Frank said. "She graduated from a top university, manages a big company, and makes ten grand a month. It's fair she has high standards."
"Amy, the one who called you a loser?" Larry asked.
Frank nodded. "Yeah, her name's Amy."
Larry laughed. "Forget Amy. Sue can set you up with someone better. Plus, if you want, you could be a VP at Epoch Group. Women would flock to you."
"No thanks," Frank replied. "I don't have what it takes to be a VP."
Larry chuckled. "You wouldn't have to do much. Just oversee things. And hey, with over two billion dollars in your account, you could buy an entertainment company and meet all the celebrities."
Frank smiled but remained silent. Larry had a point; it was time to settle down. Frank had just downloaded a dating app. He never planned to hook up with someone.
Soon, they arrived at the Prestige Club, a high-end, members-only spot. Frank parked, and they walked to the entrance, where security guards and glamorous women were coming and going.
Frank felt a bit nervous. He was a general in Southwild and had seen a lot, but this made him uneasy.
"Mr. Bennett, maybe we should skip this?" Frank suggested.
"We're here already. Let's check it out. We have the money, and who knows when we'll get another chance if orders come from above?"
"Frank?" a voice called out.
Frank turned and saw Amy, his recent blind date. She had changed into a revealing outfit, looking very different from before.
Amy walked over, laughing. "Feeling down and coming to the Prestige Club? This place isn't for you. It's members-only, and you can't afford it."
She scrutinized Frank. "Your whole outfit isn't worth a hundred bucks."
Pointing at the club sign, she mocked with a sneer, "See those gold-plated letters? Minimum spending here is thirty grand."
Frank was surprised to see Amy here. Her profile said she was a manager at a high-tech company. "Amy, do you work here?"
"Yeah, part-time. So what?" Amy smiled. "I'm a corporate exec, but I also work here. I charge eight grand per appearance. Got money? Spend a few thousand, and I'll drink with you."
Amy eyed Frank. "Do you even have the money? This place isn't for you. Just leave."
With that, she walked into the Prestige Club.
Larry held back his laughter until she was out of sight, then burst out. "Frank, a corporate executive? That's rich."
Frank blushed. "Mr. Bennett, let's just go back."
"No way. We're here. Let's at least check it out."
Larry pulled out his phone to call Leo, who had given him the club's location and promised to meet them.
Just then, a Rolls-Royce pulled up, and a slightly overweight, balding man in his fifties, Leo, hurried over.
"Sorry, traffic was bad," Leo panted.
Larry waved it off. "No problem. We just got here. This is mainly for Frank. He's a general in Southwild, so make sure he's happy. You know the consequences if he's not."
"I guarantee satisfaction. Let's go," Leo said, leading them inside.
In a luxurious private room, a sexy woman greeted him respectfully. "Mr. Evans."
Leo ordered, "Bring all your most beautiful women here."
"Yes," she replied, quickly leaving to arrange it.
Soon, about twenty stunning women, aged eighteen to twenty-five, entered the room. They stood there with their heads lowered, waiting to be chosen.
Leo smiled at Larry and Frank. "See anyone you like?"
Larry nudged Frank. "Anyone catch your eye?"
Frank swallowed hard, feeling nervous and thirsty despite his usual composure.
Seeing Frank's hesitation, Leo stood up and shouted, "Change them. If Frank isn't satisfied, the Prestige Club will be closed."
The manager, Colleen Cooper, shivered and quickly took the group out, bringing in another set of over thirty beauties—long-legged, tan-skinned, and big-chested. Even Amy was among them. However, she didn't dare to lift her head.
Leo, sweating nervously, asked, "Frank, how about these?"
Frank looked at Larry. "Mr. Bennett, maybe we should go?"
Larry was busy picking for Frank. When he saw Amy, he laughed. "You, lift your head."
Amy didn't realize she was being called until Colleen shouted, "Number 8, lift your head."
Amy looked up and saw Larry and Frank on the sofa. Her mind went blank. 'What's going on?'
Frank felt embarrassed too. Their blind date hadn't worked out, and now they met again in such a place.
Larry slapped his thigh, pointing at Amy. "It's her!" He laughed so hard that tears almost came out.
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