After leaving the private room, Grant arrived at the door of the room the manager had mentioned. Two men in black stood guard, their eyes scanning the passersby around them with vigilance.
Franklin wasn't lying. Brady was extremely cautious, always having bodyguards around him no matter what he did. Grant wondered if he wasn't embarrassed to have them hear his every word.
Pretending to be just passing by, Grant walked towards the door.
The two guards noticed Grant's figure and looked at him sternly, their eyes fixed on him.
The Golden Horse Pavilion was a top-notch leisure club. On the third floor, to protect the privacy of its customers, there were no cameras. The guards were very cautious of anyone coming and going, but the people who could come here were either rich or powerful, and the guards didn't dare to stop them.
In the guards' gaze, Grant calmly walked past them.
"He must be just another customer," one of the guards said, relieved.
