When we went downstairs, Aaron and the others had already left.
We ate something before I took a shower and changed my clothes. Then, Jordan personally drove us out.
After experiencing what had happened in the poor village last time, I didn't have much expectation for this night. He just wanted me to show up, and at the same, he was worried that I would run away, so he brought me with him.
But when the car drove into an elegant villa, I knew that I had once again mistaken Jordan's thoughts.
When I got out of the car, I was still confused. Jordan walked around the car to my side and put his hand on my shoulder. He took me through an antique corridor and said, "Let me show you my sincerity."
I had no idea what he was trying to do.
Along the way, I noticed that there weren't any other guests in this villa. Besides two waiters, there was no one else around. I wondered how a business could sustain itself with such a small crowd, especially in Jarold City, where everything was so expensive.
Jordan's private room was easy to recognize. Some strong-looking bodyguards, holding walkie-talkies and wearing earpieces were standing guard at the door. They could monitor any slight movements within dozens of meters away.
The bodyguards there were experiences^ ones. When Jordan brought me in, they did not react at all. They stood still like robots.
The decorations in the room were different from the outside. It had modern pieces of furniture that were simple yet luxurious. The painting on the wall seemed to be forcibly added into the room, so it looked particularly odd.
After passing through another door, we turned a corner and officially entered the private room.
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