BossNovelChapter 202
When Clara pulled up to the estate, she couldn't help but be blown away by its sheer extravagance. The whole
place screamed opulence, perched on a hill with gold accents shining in the sunlight. At the entrance, two
massive stone statues stood guard, and the architecture was a throwback to ancient palaces, complete with
slate roofs and red brick walls.
Security was tight, checking for any prohibited items unless the owner gave the green light. Clara had never
been here before, but once they confirmed her identity, she was shown into the outer hall.
That's where she spotted him-the man she was looking for. He was having a rough night, losing his bets and
staring intently at the jackpot like it was the only thing that mattered.
The outer area was for the average gambler, but the stakes were much higher in the inner circles, though no one
really knew what went down there.
Amidst the chaos, Clara watched as he burned through his chips, his eyes wild and desperate, like a caged
animal.
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The atmosphere was electric-people shouting in victory, crying in defeat, with bursts of laughter echoing through
the room. But no one stepped out of line, not with the place swarming with black-suited bodyguards, who were
rumored to be the best in the business.
For Clara, this was a whole new world, a whirlwind of madness.
The man was now out of control. He staggered to the bar, downing bottle after bottle until he was completely
sloshed. Clara crouched beside him, gave his face a gentle pat, and used her card to book a cozy private room.
Once she hauled him inside, it was just the two of them, away from prying eyes. He lay there snoring, and Clara
thought about asking the guards for srope. To her surprise, they handed it over without a fuss, just a
warning to keep things civil.
She was starting to get a sense of how things worked here-money talked. Pointing at the man sprawled on the
floor, she asked, "If | wanted to take him with me, what's the price?"
A bodyguard whipped out a tablet, expertly scrolling through the figures. "He owes us a cool one and a half
million. But since you're one of our elite VIPs, we'll cover any services you need, no charge."
Elite VIP? Had she been here before and just didn't remember? She glanced at the bodyguard, a smirk on her
lips, "What kind of services? Are they above board?"
He looked at her with a knowing glint, "We offer both the standard and... the not- so-standard."
Clara was genuinely curious about what kind of quirky services a place like this could offer. Were they dressing
up these muscle-bound guards in bunny suits? Pointing to the man behind her, she said, "Get him to my car, and
let's see what one of those not-so-standard services is all about."
"Right this way," the guard replied.
She followed him into a sleek, futuristic elevator. She didn't even know how many floors they went up before it
stopped. The guard held the door for her, "Whatever you wish, Ms. Clara, we can make it happen. Please step
out."
As she stepped out, she glanced back, noticing the guard didn't follow. "Aren't you the one giving the not-so-
standard service?" she asked.
His smile was all professionalism, "We're not privileged to serve our elite VIPs directly."
Clara's curiosity only grew-what kind of establishment was this?
The guard pressed the elevator button again, still polite, "Once you wake up, the gentleman you wanted will be
in your car."
What was that supposed to mean?
Before she could dwell on it, the corridor went pitch black, the darkness swallowing her whole.
In the absence of light, fear is a given. But Clara stayed cool, reaching out instinctively until her fingers brushed
against a solid form—a man.
She quickly pulled back, but he was faster, his fingers curling around hers. She couldn't see his face as she
stumbled back a few paces.
Then, with a sudden tug, she was drawn into his embrace. He was tall and solid, his chest firm against her.
She had only hoped for a cheeky glimpse of a handsguy in a bunny outfit, nothing more.
As she opened her mouth to speak, a heated kiss took her by surprise, something cool and mysterious
transferring from his lips to hers.
It's cool and puzzling. What was it?
Sensing her question, he murmured softly, "This is the not-so-standard service Ms. Clara requested."
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