Nicole tidied up and changed into a long light-colored knitted dress, paired with a white coat. The casual everyday style made her look youthful.
She finished packing and went over to the address.
It was a highly secretive clubhouse owned by a trust fund kid in the circle. It was a gathering place for many of those born with a silver spoon.
Nicole heard that Ian often came to this place. It was divided into two areas. The first half was a quiet water -feature area, and the back was the rest area. To put it bluntly, it specifically catered to those who needed space but did not want to be found.
Nicole did not want to come over before.
Nathaniel was really good at finding places.
She speechlessly pressed the elevator upstairs and found the room.
Pushing the door in, the raucous music inside was deafening, and there was even a band performing live.
Nathaniel danced excitedly on the stage, and everyone gathered around and watched.
When Nicole entered, some people were shocked.
There were both men and women present. Besides familiar children of nouveau riche, there were also many artists from the entertainment circle.
In general, they had all worked together with Nathaniel before and had a good relationship with him.
Nicole found a corner to sit down and saw a vague figure not far away who seemed slightly familiar.
However, the strobe lights flickered, making her unable to distinguish who it was.
Nicole looked away and did not give much thought to i t.
She poured a glass of juice for herself and slowly sipped on it.
A while later, that figure stood up and walked over in her direction.
The man stood in front of her.
Nicole paused. When she raised her eyes, she caught sight of the watch on his hand.
It was a global limited-edition watch. It was the only one of its kind on this continent, and it belonged to Eric Ferguson.
She remembered it well.
Raising her head, Nicole saw the person in front of her. Her heart froze slightly. Sure enough, it was him.
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