We came to the reception desk, but no one bothered to help us. Someone came to the desk and asked if there was any girl who would prefer to spend the night outside this place, and the receptionist handed him a number plate without further instructions.
I was a little confused and asked, "What is that?"
Yana explained, "That's a number plate. At places like this, there are just way too many patrons who are from different social levels, therefore places like this would often provide different services to cater to their customers, too. That guy from earlier must be a new customer who came here for a business trip, or maybe he wanted a new experience. The number plates have designated contact numbers on them. Customers like him can call those contact numbers, and the designated girls would be waiting for them upstairs."
I still didn't understand. "What do you mean?"
She patiently explained more, "There are tenants living upstairs, and they are all women. If there is a customer in need, someone will lead them to the right room. As you can see, they are running a business."
I frowned. "Andrea wouldn't be so desperate for money, would she?"
She shrugged and said, "I'm not sure about that, after seeing what happened outside earlier. But there's one thing I am sure of, which is that I don't think she is in contact with Mr. Shelley anymore, as he's getting married to the daughter of the Biden family in Jarold City. She's a socialite, and I heard that she just recently came back from studying abroad. She's only 20 years old. She's so young and fresh-faced. But unfortunately, she was forced into this marriage by her parents as soon as she came back. I can't even tell if this is a good thing or not!"
"Austin?" I hesitated. "He's getting married to a socialite?"
Taking in my puzzled expression, Yana sounded a little exasperated as she continued, "This was months ago. You were busy taking care of Anne, and I didn't want to bother you with news like this. From what I heard, Miss Biden wanted to pull out of the marriage after finding out about Mr. Shelley's romantic history, but her parents pressured her into it. Judging from what Andrea is doing now, it seems like the wedding will be held soon, and neither the Shelley family nor the Biden family want her around."
I had always been wary of Andrea, ever since I got to know Hendrix. I couldn't explain the feelings behind it. I was concerned about Hendrix's choices more than anyone else, ever since he showed me kindness. But now that I saw Andrea like this, I was not happy either. Although I knew that Hendrix would never leave me, I was aware that the only difference between Andrea and I was the Moore family.
Speaking of which, it was ridiculous that one's family background could determine his or her confidence. They always said that we need to grow confidence in ourselves, but most of the time, that same confidence was also heavily influenced by our family backgrounds and social statuses.
Seeing that Yana was still trying to find Andrea, I stopped her and said, "Let's leave this place. There's nothing worth looking for anyway. It doesn't matter what she's doing now for money, nor does it matter to us to know why she was so short of money. Let's leave now!"
Yana asked, "Don't you want to see how she's doing right now?"
I shook my head. "There's no need for that!"
What was the point of seeing her in a terrible state? What was there to see besides this? No matter how she ended up, things between us were all in the past.
Yana shrugged. "Alright then, let's just head back!" There was another alley behind the nightclub. Yana seemed to have become a more adventurous person than before. She used to be careful and calculative about every step she took, and she would never go off track, not even a little. Yet, she was a completely different person now. She would do things that would make her feel an adrenaline rush, and she loved a great challenge.
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