The Palace of Heaven.
An upscale nightclub, without the tawdry dances and opulent decor of other clubs, and no private rooms or hostesses. Guests coming here for leisure were all treated equally, whether wealthy or ordinary, and were received uniformly with genuine leather seating pods.
Leaning back on the sofa, Nicholas Croft draped one arm over the backrest, slowly swirling a glass of red wine in the other. This leisurely pose made him appear even more relaxed.
In the nightclub, a striking-looking man often catches the attention of women, especially when he seems as approachable as Nicholas Croft.
Many women came up to chat, but Nicholas merely curved his lips into a slight smile, glancing at the women who proactively sat beside him. He neither drove them away nor spoke, just reclined against the backrest with a mocking gaze.
Nicholas's attire was not flamboyant—an ash-gray shirt and black trousers—yet even so, he exuded a sense of elegance and dignity.
