Then, with a nonchnt stretch, he gulped down thest of his coffee, mmed the mug on the table, and dered, "Well, Ms. Webster, you''d better keep that backdoor open for me. If things go south, I''ming back to crash with you."


    "Uncle!" Off to the side, Ike, who was sipping on his hot chocte, gave him a reproachful look, pouting, "Don''t you have work today?"


    Gregory''s face softened momentarily before shooting Ike a sharp nce, "Little brat, tired of me already?"


    Ike huffed, "When you''re here, Jane''s all yours!"


    And with that, Gregory was effectively chased out.


    After seeing Gregory into the elevator, the little tyke mbered up to me, nting a wet kiss on my cheek, "Jane, who do you love more, me or Uncle?"


    I couldn''t help butugh, "I love you, of course."


    But I love your uncle more. I thought.


    The night was serene, and the top-tier RiverCity Club basked in its tranquility amidst a bustling neighborhood. Membership was exclusive, and a card could set you back a sum in the six figures.


    This hefty price tag was just for entry rights; everything else was on the tab. And forget about transferring or cancelling your membership.


    This policy alone drew a stark line between the sses, leaving the average Joe to only dream from the outside.


    Around a corridor bend, ric eyed the woman dressed as one of the club''s waitresses, nodding in approval yet double-checking, "You remember what you''re here for, right?"


    "I do."


    Her small face was calm, yet there was a chill in her demeanor, "To stay by Mr. Ferguson''s side."


    In other words, to be Mr. Ferguson''s woman.


    ric chuckled, "Good. You''ve got tonight. Pull it off, and I''ll cover your mom''s medical bills. Or, if Mr. Ferguson takes a liking, you''ll want for nothing. But fail, and well, you know the stakes."


    The woman''s hands trembled slightly by her side, aware she had no other choice, "I''m going in."


    Growing up in a single-parent home, her mom was all she had, battling heart disease without the funds for treatment.


    As her mom''s condition worsened,


    desperation turned her days to tears,


    but money didn''t grow on trees ric approached her during these


    diret


    Her mission was to seduce the man rumored to shake RiverCity with a mere stomp of his foot...


    Initially, she refused, clinging to her morals and doubting her allure to a man of such caliber, surrounded by beauties. Her looks weren''t stunning,cking the capital to seduce.


    Yet ric seemed confident, urging her to just go for it.


    Holding a tray, she knocked and entered the dimly lit private room ric had specified.


    Unlike the other rooms, this one was subdued. Without seeing faces, she could tell which one was Bryant Mr. Ferguson.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    His mere presence, somanding and sharp, made it clear he was no ordinary rich kid.


    Steven frowned, barely acknowledging her, "Just leave the drinks and go."


    "Okay."


    The moment she spoke, Steven paused, sharply turning to her.


    And so did Bryant, silent until now.


    The lights suddenly brightened!


    As Bryant''s gaze fixed on her, a shadow


    passed through et


    eyes


    yet he didn''t look away, as if trying to


    as


    see through her.


    There was scrutiny and curiosity, edged with danger.


    Forcing herself to remainposed, when she nearly couldn''t, Bryant let out a coldugh, asking, "What''s your name?"


    "Nadine White."