Chapter 175
Chapter 175:
Moments later, they arrived at a private suite. The thick carpeting in the hallway muffled their footsteps. Sylvie pressed a hand against the door and pushed it open.
The suite was lavishly decorated, its walls lined with soundproof materials. Music played inside, yet not a sound could be heard outside.
Under the dim lighting, a group of young men and women lounged in colorful designer outfits. Their faces were familiar. Most belonged to second-tier or third-tier wealthy families in Shirie.
Several had attended Brenna’s welcome party the night before. Now, those same young men sat back, cigarettes in hand. There was an unmistakable edge to them—reckless, dangerous. Hardly good company.
Just then, a red-haired man strolled up to Brenna. He took a slow drag of his cigarette before blowing a stream of smoke directly into her face.
“Hey, pretty girl,” he said.
Brenna’s gaze turned icy, but she said nothing.
The man let out a low chuckle. “Pretty yet so cold,” he remarked.
The room erupted in laughter.
Sylvie stepped in with feigned concern. She said, “Come on, don’t be like that. She’s new to bars. Just a sheltered girl from a good family. Don’t scare her p>
With that, she and Vivian guided Brenna onto the sofa the red-haired man had just vacated.
The man picked up a bottle from the table, casually poured a full glass, and then handed it to Brenna.
“Miss Harper, right? Drink this, and I’ll protect you from now on,” he said.
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Brenna studied him carefully. There was something familiar about him, though she couldn’t quite place where she had seen him before.
Her gaze flicked to Sylvie in silent question.
Sylvie smiled and introduced the man in a coquettish voice, “Let me introduce you to him. This is Mr. Harlan Moreno, heir to the Moreno family p>
Recognition clicked in Brenna’s mind. So this man was Thiago’s younger brother. No wonder she found him familiar.
Brenna scanned the room. Rosie was nowhere to be seen, or perhaps she was lurking in the shadows. This was the perfect opportunity to watch her be humiliated, and Rosie wouldn’t pass that up.
Her gaze swept over the group. Seven young men, four women, and herself. Twelve in total.
The table was littered with empty bottles, but what stood out most were the small bags in the center—one filled with white powder, another with yellow pills, and a third with blue pills.
Brenna had worked in bars while studying in Norview. She knew exactly what those substances were. Harmless was the last thing they were. One hit, and a person’s life could spiral beyond repair.