"Bang!" Adam Sinclair slammed his desk hard, then stood up with a sullen expression and picked up his phone to make a call.
"Hello, Baron. Where are you? Hmm, I'm coming to find you."
After the call, he got up, picked up the coat draped over the chair, and left.
...
The most luxurious club in Spirelin City was booked out at the moment.
The whole club was extremely quiet. Beautiful women in tight-fitting slit dresses walked around elegantly with drinks in hand, faces filled with anticipation.
In a similarly quiet corner of the club's bar, Adam Sinclair had already ordered a drink, occupying a corner of the sofa.
As soon as the person arrived, he immediately raised his hand and called out, "Here."
"Open the wine."
"Yes." The beautiful woman delicately opened a bottle of red wine worth tens of thousands, bending down to pour two glasses.
