Chapter 183
The hill gleamed like something out of a fairy tale. At the entrance of the estate stood two massive lions made out of stone, and the whole place looked like an ancient castle with its gray bricks, dark tiles, and red walls.
Security was tight at the door. They checked everyone thoroughly and banned all dangerous items unless the owner gave special permission.
Grace had never set foot here before. After someone checked her credentials, they led her to the main outer hall. She spotted her target right away.
Brent’s eyes were bloodshot from losing so many rounds of gambling. He was staring at the prize pool with whatever energy he had left. This outer area was for regular folks to gamble. Nobody really knew what went on in the higher levels.
Grace hung around near Brent and watched him quickly burn through his last chips, his gaze turning wild and desperate.
The place was pure chaos. Winners were hollering at the top of their lungs, losers were crying like the world had ended, and there were random bursts of noise everywhere.
But nobody dared start trouble. Security guards in black suits circled the room, and she heard that they were some of the toughest fighters around. This was definitely eye-opening for Grace since it was her first time in such a chaotic place. Having lost everything, Brent stumbled to the nearby bar. He bought several bottles of liquor and drank himself stupid.
Grace crouched down and tapped his face. She then used her card to book a small private room. After dragging him inside, she finally had some privacy.
Brent lay flat on the floor while snoring like a chainsaw. Grace wanted to ask security for some rope. She figured they’d say no, but surprisingly, the guard handed it over with one warning-no killing on the premises.
The rules of this place were starting to make sense; she could do basically anything as long as she had enough money. She pointed at the passed-out man on the floor. “If I wanted to take him with me, what would it cost?”
The guard pulled out a tablet and checked some numbers. “He owes us one and
a half million dollars. But since you’re a top VIP here, Ms. Lambert, we can
provide whatever services you need, free of charge. Just name it.”
Did he just say she was a top VIP? Had she ever been here before?
When she looked at the clean-cut, handsome security guard, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “What kind of services are we talking about? The legal kind?”
The guard glanced her way. “We offer both legal and not-so-legal options.”
Grace wondered what usually went on in a place filled with people so obsessed with money and pleasure. Would they make these guards dress up in sexy costumes or something?
She pointed at Brent, sprawled behind her. “Take him to my car, and then show me one of these not-so-legal services.”
“Right this way.”
She followed the guard into a high-tech elevator. She had no idea how many floors they went up to. Then, it suddenly stopped.
The guard held the button for her. “We can handle anything you ask for, Ms. Lambert. Please step out.”
Grace exited and looked back. But the guard stayed put in the elevator.
“Aren’t you the one providing the special service?”
The guard gave her a professional smile. “We don’t have the privilege of serving top VIPs.”
Grace grew more curious about what kind of place this really was. The guard pressed the elevator button again, still perfectly polite. “When you wake up, Ms. Lambert, that man will be waiting in your car.”
What did he mean when she woke up? Before she could make sense of his words, the fancy hallway suddenly went pitch black.
Most people would panic in total darkness, but Grace kept her cool. She reached out to touch something and felt a man’s body.
She tried to pull her hand back quickly, but the man caught her fingers with his own. Unable to see his face in the darkness, she backed up a few steps. A sudden tug on her hand sent her tumbling into his arms.
She could tell he was tall with a solid chest. But she’d only been joking about seeing hot guys in sexy outfits, not whatever this was.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, a warm kiss caught her off guard. Something cool passed from his mouth to hers. What was that?
The man seemed to sense her confusion and whispered, “This is the special service you asked for, Ms. Lambert.”