Chapter 494: The Inescapable Predicament
The winter wind was biting, slashing across the face like a knife.
"Going to the Blue Abyss Rose, what exactly do you want me to do?"
Claire Sinclair felt a deeply ominous premonition upon hearing the name of the nightclub renowned in Stellerton and even all of Veridia.
"What do you think I want you to do?"
From the other end of the phone came Zion Prescott’s luxurious, velvet-like indifferent male voice, the carefree tone as if striking Claire Sinclair’s face with a slap.
Yet even more direct was Zion Prescott’s next words.
"Ten minutes, now only nine and a half left, do as you please."
Just as the man finished speaking, Claire Sinclair distinctly heard the busy tone coming from the other end of the phone.
Zion Prescott had hung up.
So ruthless.
...
Claire Sinclair suddenly remembered when she first met Zion Prescott, he was not like this.
This man had a naturally gentle and kind demeanor, saving her at her most downtrodden time without asking for anything in return, much less the chilling coercion of today.
Claire Sinclair would never forget that time when she desperately sought help from a stranger, and Zion Prescott’s warm voice sounded.
"—Young lady, are you alright?"
He was the hand that suddenly appeared out of the abyss of despair at that time.
But the current Zion Prescott had become the person pushing her into hell.
...
Claire Sinclair suddenly laughed, sorrowful and lamenting.
A glance at the time showed only nine minutes left. She gritted her teeth, recalling Jude Grant’s clear, pure eyes at the Splendid Pavilion, and hailed a car by the roadside at almost the fastest speed.
"Do you have any decency? I was here first!"
A man also hailing a taxi by the roadside gave Claire Sinclair an irritated look.
At the moment Claire turned her head, the man’s eyes lit up instantly.
Truly a great beauty, conforming to most straight men’s aesthetic inclinations, pure yet not lacking allure.
But Claire Sinclair had no time to think too much; she directly tossed a few bills of Golden Currency out of the car as compensation to the male passerby.
"Driver, please drive as fast as you can, I’ll pay three times more, I need to go to the Blue Abyss Rose!"
Dropping these words quickly, the driver instantly started the vehicle, racing towards the Blue Abyss Rose like a gust of wind.
And the male passerby on the roadside scornfully curled his lips.
"Having money makes you great, huh? What business do you have at the Blue Abyss Rose, bet she’s a working girl there?"
Muttering with indignation, yet he furtively bent down and picked up several hundred bills from the ground.
...
The distance from the Splendid Pavilion to the Blue Abyss Rose was neither near nor far.
It typically takes about twenty minutes to get there.
Fortunately, it was already close to ten o’clock at night, with significantly reduced traffic on the road, and coupled with a lack of traffic cameras, the taxi sped along. Claire Sinclair’s heart was filled with bewildering fear, clutching the seatbelt tightly, her heart full of complete bewilderment.
——She remembered that Zion Prescott never used to go to such bars or nightclubs.
That man was the most disciplined and clear-headed person she had ever seen, conducting himself meticulously, perfect to the point of seeming artificial. Unlike the Law Family’s eldest son, who showed cold indifference on his face, he instead carried a three-point smile no matter whom he encountered, appearing as a refined gentleman in a troubled world. Even when overpowering others’ opportunities, he often had them concede with admiration, acknowledging his superior skills.
Thinking of the past, Claire Sinclair’s heart grew more entangled. Just then, the taxi driver, who had never seen such a pretty girl being so anxious right after getting into a car, coincidentally stopped at a red light, noticed her preoccupation.
"Young lady, don’t worry, are you rushing to the Blue Abyss Rose for some cheating drama? Ah, nowadays, young men don’t even cherish goddesses?"
"Rest assured, life has no insurmountable hurdles, you’re so pretty, just break up with that unfaithful guy."
...
The Blue Abyss Rose is famous, and Stellerton’s taxi drivers especially know it as a place where all kinds of strange and dangerous things happen, regularly operating until late at night, picking up various scantily clad, alluring nightclub girls comparable to Medusa.
But Claire Sinclair’s appearance, demeanor, and attire clearly marked her as a regular girl, leading to the driver’s misunderstanding.
Hearing the driver’s words, a bitter smile surfaced on Claire Sinclair’s face.
"If it were only that simple, it would be great."
"Huh? Don’t tell me you’re going to forgive the guy who cheated on you?"
The taxi driver gave Claire Sinclair a sympathetic glance, immediately imagining more on his own: "Young lady, let me tell you, even if your boyfriend provides for you, there are unscrupulous men in every nightclub. You can always find another rich second-generation to date."
"..."
Claire Sinclair couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the driver’s well-intentioned but misguided advice, just as she received a text from Zion Prescott.
——Five minutes left, A106.
Almost as soon as she finished reading the text, the red light turned green.
"Driver! Please go faster! I’m begging you!"
This message was no less than a death warrant; Claire Sinclair didn’t dare imagine how Zion Prescott would treat her if she was even just a second late.
That man, appearing gentle and elegant, was actually the most capricious in his actions. If Jude Grant were to know about her past with Zion Prescott, she...
Claire Sinclair didn’t dare think further, her heart pangs with throbbing pain. Aside from urging the driver to accelerate, she found no other solution.
Breaking up with Jude Grant was inevitably going to happen, but Claire Sinclair absolutely didn’t want Jude to change his impression of her, even if it was just wishful thinking, she hoped to retain a simple and pure image of herself in that sunny boy’s heart.
She couldn’t face Jude Grant’s loathing gaze, even for a brief moment.
...
The car finally arrived, Claire Sinclair threw down several hundred-dollar bills beforehand and then dashed towards the Blue Abyss Rose at her fastest speed.
The Blue Abyss Rose’s lobby boomed with deafening rock music, the colorful lights stinging people’s eyes.
The most terrifying was not the ladies embracing the poles, dancing fervently on stage, but the servers below dressed in cat-girl costumes, in the cold winter wearing only the bare essentials of cat-ear outfits, with a furry tail swaying on their backs with every step, tempting even a woman to feel a tickling sensation in her heart.
"Excuse me, where is A106?"
"Third floor, far end."
Before coming, Claire Sinclair had heard of the fame of the Blue Abyss Rose. She had no time to ponder why Zion Prescott, who never entered nightclubs, would come here. After asking someone for the floor number, she dashed towards A106, having no time to wait for the elevator, racing up the stairs, drawing countless looks and whispers.
"Mr. Prescott, I’m here."
Panting heavily, the girl pushed open the door, yet upon opening it, Claire Sinclair was instantly dumbfounded.
The room was packed full of people...