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Chapter 687
Aveline fumed at the thought of Lucas brazenly living here, acting like he was a victim dragged into this mess by her.
The nerve of that man!
He would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
He was secretly plotting to seize control of the Tudor family's company, yet he played the part of a pitiable figure cast out in front of her.
"How despicable!"
She slammed a pillow with such force that it became misshapen.
"Hey, babe, what did that poor pillow ever do to you?" came Selena's hesitant voice.
Aveline closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm just frustrated and needed to vent."
Selena approached her. "Well, venting like that isn't going to help much. How about I take you somewhere fun?"
Aveline looked over at her. "What kind of place?"This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Selena grinned mischievously. "Come on, let's get dressed up first."
By the time they were ready, the sky had already darkened.
Selena, gazing at the exquisite makeup on Aveline's face, couldn't help but admire her. "Ave, you're stunning even without makeup, but with it, you're absolutely ethereal! No wonder that jerk Lucas won't agree to the divorce. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't want to either." Aveline's features were naturally striking, her bright eyes and radiant smile captivating. With her makeup enhancing her sharp features, her dimples became even more irresistible, enough to make anyone swoon when she smiled. "Where are we going?" Aveline asked.
"Just follow me," Selena replied, linking her arm with Aveline's as they left together.
They arrived at the Fatenight Bar.
Selena smiled, eyes twinkling. "I heard there's going to be a big show here tonight. I managed to book us a front-row seat. Want to check it out?" Aveline nodded. "Sure."
The two of them entered the bar.
Fatenight Bar was a new hotspot, drawing crowds with its handsome men and beautiful women. It was quickly becoming a popular destination, especially for young
people eager for fresh and exciting
entertainment.
It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, but the place was already packed. They made their way through the crowd and settled into their front-row seats.
A waiter approached, holding a menu, and knelt slightly in front of them. "What would you like to drink, ladies?"
Selena glanced at Aveline. "What do you want to drink?"
Aveline blinked. "You choose, my treat."
She had no idea which drinks were good, so it was better to leave it to Selena.
"Got it!" Selena eagerly took the menu and, after ordering a few bottles, added two special cocktails. The waiter nodded and left.
Moments later, a fruit platter was brought over. Aveline picked up a strawberry and took a bite. It was sweet and tangy, just perfect.
The lights flickered, and on the dance floor ahead, someone was performing a pole dance. The shifting lights and rhythmic music drew everyone's eyes to the dancer. Selena leaned in close and whispered, "This is just the appetizer. There's something even more thrilling coming up."
Aveline's eyes sparkled with anticipation.
If such a sensual pole dance was only the warm-up, what could the main event be tonight?
As time ticked by, they sipped their drinks and watched as one dancer after another took the stage. The music grew more intense, and the crowd's excitement soared, their worries momentarily forgotten.
"It's starting, it's starting!" Selena exclaimed excitedly in Aveline's ear. Suddenly, all the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness.
Five seconds fater, as the first beat of music pounded, the spotlights converged on the stage. There stood a man in a black shirt, his head. lowered, the buttons on his shit fastened unevenly, teasing glimpses of his chiseled chest and abs.