Two days later, William messaged Rosaline on WeChat.
W: “Hey! How are you doing?”
R: “Great! What about you?”
W: “I’m fine! Can we meet?”
R: “...”
W: “Got something important to discuss.”
R: “Alright. Where?”
W: “The Pavilion. Private Room called Splendours.”
R: “Okay. 5 pm?”
W: “Sure. Make sure to avoid being seen or recognized.”
R: “What do you mean?”
W: “Explain in person?”
R: “Alright, see ya.”
The Pavilion was one of the largest pubs in Apex city.
Luxurious and classy, it also exuded a mysterious vibe. The modern architecture, gorgeous interiors, private rooms, dim lights without being shady, gigantic open bar counter, large open dance floor on top of a small-intimate dance floor on the open rooftop, everything was remarkably low-key luxurious.
The noble, classy, and mysterious vibe of the Pavilion made it quite a hit in the city despite its exuberant cost.
The privacy provided, dozens of security guards patrolling around, and in-house doctors further added to the charm.
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