After a few minutes, Lucian was fully dressed in the suit he had worn earlier.
He stood in front of the VIP suite mirror, adjusting his tie.
His beauty was rare. Sharp cheekbones, a defined jawline, and long black hair that fell messily yet perfectly around his face, it only made him more attractive.
Lucian was every woman's dream in the city.
Every year, magazines ranked him as the most handsome man and the most desirable bachelor. People often said his beauty was too perfect… as if God had created him purely for His own satisfaction.
Once he was done, Lucian casually dropped a stack of cash onto the bed, the payment he had intended for the sex worker.
He picked up the telephone beside him and called the bar.
A lady answered.
The moment Lucian mentioned his room number, she immediately knew who it was.
Lucian Ashford.
Word had already spread that he was in the VIP suite tonight.
She didn't need further explanation.
It was always the same.
Women running out of his room, sometimes naked, sometimes crying, sometimes unable to walk.
At least this time, she thought, the lady managed to run out with something covering her body.
She was already tired of seeing the same scene over and over again.
Lucian was known as a dangerous sex addict.
Any woman who ended up in his bed rarely came out the same. Some collapsed. Some had to be wheeled out.
And yet...
Many still desired him.
"A cash has been dropped on the bed," Lucian said calmly before ending the call.
The receptionist understood immediately.
Tell the woman to take her payment.
Lucian stepped out of the club and walked toward a black Maybach S-Class parked outside.
His personal assistant, Rowan, and his bodyguard, Chris, were already waiting.
They were the same two men who had entered the club with him earlier.
Both bowed slightly.
Chris opened the backseat door for Lucian, who entered without a word. Chris then moved to the driver's seat and drove off smoothly into the night.
They had waited for him the entire time.
Even as it was past midnight
Inside the car, Lucian spoke.
"Rowan, read my schedule."
Rowan, seated in the front passenger seat with a tablet in hand, nodded.
"You have a meeting with the shareholders at 8:00 a.m. After that, at 10:00, a visit to the new technology company. Then, by 2:00 p.m., a visit to Saint Celestine Cathedral with your brother for his charity work."
Lucian's expression didn't change.
"Remove the last one."