The first floor of the nightclub was for dancing, and the second floor was a private room with good sound insulation.
Generally, young people or white-collar workers in their twenties like Yvonne liked to go to the dance floor, but successful people like Zachary usually went to the private room for business talks when they came to the bar.
"Who are you... Why are you pulling me, hic..."
As the deafening music faded, Yvonne regained her senses.
She was taken to the VIP room on the third floor by the man.
This was for the bosses who were drunk during social activities. The bosses who often came here to talk about business had their own resting rooms, and Zachary just took Yvonne to his own resting room.
"Kluck..."
As the door was locked, the whole world quieted down, and only the gloomy man left.
"How dare you hang up my phone?"
"How can you come to such a place?!"
"Who are you..." There was no light in the room, and the light was very dim.
