The entrance of the most luxurious nightclub in Eastern City.
A black stretched Rolls-Royce is parked not far away.
Through the half-open window, Asher Land's cold and handsome profile is vaguely visible inside the car.
"Has she been coming here often?" Asher Land asked Robert Williams, who was sitting in the driver's seat, in a deep voice.
"Yes." Robert Williams answered truthfully, "According to my recent investigation, the only places Miss Irene goes to are a few: nightclubs, bars, hotels, and... every time she goes out, different men accompany her."
Asher Land's fingers unconsciously clenched into a fist. What exactly does she want? Is she happy to debase herself like this?
Robert Williams couldn't fathom Asher Land's thoughts right now. Perhaps Asher doesn't care for Irene, but seeing her fall to such a state, his heart surely wouldn't feel good either.
"There's one more thing, I..." Robert hesitated, somewhat haltingly, unsure whether to say it out loud.
"Speak."
