Chapter 8

As night fell, the city's neon lights began to illuminate, casting their dazzling colors. which signaled the start of a night filled with revelry.

Oprah had been waiting outside the G&A Club for almost half an hour.

The G&A Club was a renowned entertainment venue favored by wealthy and influential playboys. Some elite individuals also chose this place to unwind from their work pressures.

Oprah couldn't help but admit she was a little afraid, fearing that Alfred was as promiscuous as he had described. She stressed that all the warmth and care she had received during this time were fake, just like those from her ex-boyfriend.

As eight o'clock approached, she finally mustered the courage to step inside. She gently pushed open the door to the private room, following the number he had provided.

Inside the private room, there were numerous people. It was noisy and dimly lit, so nobody paid attention to Oprah.

However, Oprah immediately spotted Alfred sitting in the center of the sofa.

Alfred was passionately kissing a woman in a skimpy dress, his hands freely stroking her body.

Someone cheered, "Alfred, be a man and fuck her in public, will you?"

Alfred smiled flirtatiously, "Why not?"

Just as he was about to undress her, he suddenly saw Oprah standing at the private room door. He froze in an instant, pushing her away from him.

Others exchanged confused glances, not understanding what was happening.

Someone sneered, "Could it be that Alfred is impotent?"

Alfred ignored the comment, straightened his clothes, and walked up to Oprah with a gentle smile, asking, "What are you doing here?"

Oprah faintly smiled, "I truly admire your acting skills, Alfred."

Her smile was beautiful yet delicate, revealing a captivating stubbornness.

"I'm just playing around with them. It means nothing," Alfred tried to reach out and hold Oprah's hand, his tone as tender and indulgent as ever.

With disgust, Oprah avoided his touch. "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

The thought of Alfred's hands touching countless women made her feel repulsed. Even the very hand he had held now felt tainted.

When she returned home, she would wash her hands thoroughly.

Alfred's smile remained unchanged as he softly coaxed, "Oprah, I only have genuine feelings for you. Everyone else is just for socializing."

Oprah responded expressionlessly, turning around and walking away without uttering a word to him.

Unexpectedly, Burgess was standing right before her as soon as she turned around.

Burgess had one hand in his pocket, wearing a cold and proud expression. The corners of his thin lips curved into a smirk, and his eyes locked onto Oprah's as if he was watching a good show.

Someone approached enthusiastically, "I thought you wouldn't come tonight, Mr. Harrison."

Burgess calmly replied, "Even I need to unwind at times."

"Yes, yes, that is right, Mr. Harrison. We don't have to do anything. Just have a drink and enjoy ourselves."

When he said this, he deliberately glanced at Oprah, speaking up for Alfred.

A wave of nausea washed over Oprah, intensifying her aversion towards Burgess. She thought to herself, "Birds of a feather flock together. Why does he bother to pretend to be aloof and arrogant?"

Several people in the private room looked at Oprah, their gazes akin to watching a spectacle. Perhaps in their eyes, it was absurd for Oprah to come to the secret room and expose an affair.

How could Oprah not sense the malice behind those stares?

Suddenly, she realized that coming here was the right decision. At least she could see Alfred for who he indeed was. However, she wasn't a monkey on display, who was here to be played with on the streets.

A self-deprecating smile briefly graced Oprah's delicate face. Without casting another glance at Alfred or paying any attention to Burgess, she turned around and swiftly left the private room.

Unexpectedly, Alfred didn't chase after her, but Burgess did.

Burgess tightly gripped her arm, causing her pain, so she irritably asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

Burgess stared intently at her and said, "Do you regret it now? If you still want to be with Alfred, I can only say that you're hopelessly foolish!"

That statement instantly angered Oprah.

"Yes, I am foolish. I didn't listen to you and allowed Alfred to toy with my emotions. You've waited so long to see me become a laughingstock, right? Have you seen enough now?"

Burgess furrowed his brows and remained silent.

Oprah angrily shook off his hand and ran out, heading outside the G&A Club before allowing her suppressed tears to fall.