Novel & Cerita The Clubhouse Floated Away

Larissa said seriously, "Uncle Clifford, we messed up the clubhouse so badly, it's so unlucky! Shouldn't we give them some compensation to dispel the bad luck?" Seeing the clubhouse manager waiting anxiously by the side, Clifford nodded. "Indeed, we should give them some compensation." Larissa grinned, "Uncle Clifford, give me 100 thousand, and I'll go give them." Although Clifford felt the pinch, he still transferred 100 thousand to Larissa. Larissa walked over and generously gave the manager 50 thousand. "Here's 50 thousand to cover your losses. Anyway, your losses weren't that big, just breaking a kettle and damaging the windows. 50 thousand should be enough, right?"

I retouched and decided to leave the powder room, I was about to return to our table when my man suddenly pulled me until we reached the second floor of the clubhouse. There is no one here because if they are not inside the clubhouse, the guesses are that they are at the golf course which is also just in front of the clubhouse and are busy playing golf. The whole area of the clubhouse is full of light, so it's easy for guesses to play golf because it's not dark. "Kent what?!" I yelled at Kent when he stopped pulling me and then I violently pulled my hand away from his grip. I also looked at him, while he kept his expression blank in his eyes and face.

They fished their phone out to dial 911, but their device was soon snatched and destroyed by a brawny man before the call was made. "What are you…" They wanted to resist but were tamed by the bodyguard's fierceness. Then, the bodyguards dispersed the crowd. "Apologies to our guest. As there has been an accident, our club won't be operating for the rest of the night. "Please evacuate from the scene. The Finch Group will handle this matter. Let us remind you not to spread unnecessary rumors to the public!" Everyone knew the club was managed by Finch Group, which also made that a warning to them. The crowd knew their place and gradually dispersed, leaving Rose alone by Yvonne's side.

Chapter 94: The clubhouse Marcelo's POV I arrived at Monaco, a clubhouse where a partner insisted we meet. I was done with clubs a long time ago and had declined at first. But after a second thought, I figured the lively environment was a perfect choice to provide me the distraction I badly sort. I reached the entrance and showed my card to the men in black, and they step aside for me to enter. I was enveloped by the whirlwind of light and music, transporting me back memory lane.

"Taking down that guy in the cell." "Didn't feel good," Maya said. "Just felt scared." "Scared works," Dominic said. Jake's phone rang. Everyone jumped. He looked at it. "It's Tommy." He answered. Put it on speaker. "Yeah." "Where you at?" Tommy sounded stressed. "The Vipers hit the clubhouse two hours ago. Burned the whole thing." "Anyone get hurt?" Dominic asked. "Three guys made it out. Nobody else was there. But Dom they're looking hard for you. All of you. Put word out to every club in three states. Fifty grand for info on where you are."

~Rose~ ”You made it!” Clara shirked and ran up to me, wrapping her arms around me. I hugged her back and giggled and she dragged me and her brother into their lake hosue. When I first heard the word ’lakehosue’ I expected a smaller, wicker house by a lake, like a cozy cotage. What I didn't except was a humongous mansion with three stories and an entire private lake with three jetskees and a yatch outside.

No weakness. I rev my engine and lead the way. We pass beneath the iron sign and keep going. The clubhouse sits about a hundred feet back from the fenced entrance. The building is a clapboard mess covered here and there with extra sheets of plywood. The roof is rusted tin and echoes like a motherfucker when it rains, which thankfully isn’t often. The place should have been condemned years ago. Rusted out vehicles and bikes are scattered around the yard and mixed with household garbage. No dignity whatsoever, just piles of crap. I’ll admit most of our members drive rat bikes made of a lot of shit from the yard. I’m tired of it. We all know Fox stashes a good portion of money without sharing w

Cynthia: “Hey, Nadia. I just wanted to let you know I’m not upset about you leaving the club. Honestly, I think you made the right call. After that night, everything went downhill fast. Mr. Edwards’ business went bankrupt, and he was a big part of the club. In just a few days, the club’s gone—vanished. It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. You dodged a major mess. Don’t feel guilty. Take care of yourself and Chris. You’re better off now.” Nadia’s grip on the phone tightened. She stared at the message, her heart racing. The club—the one that had been the city’s most famous—was gone? Just like that?

With another hand, he grabbed Shochiku, who was three meters away, over in the air. Whoosh! They broke through the pleasure boat. As the lightning attributed spiritual power poured into his legs, he hurriedly stepped onto the waves and fled. Two seconds later, an explosion was heard from the pleasure boat. An expensive yacht-level pleasure boat was blown into pieces just like that, sinking into the water slowly. Third Senior, Jill Sinclair, was on the shore. The sky was getting dark. In addition, Alex’s speed was breakneck. She did not see them escaping from there, so she asked someone next to her, “Are the people inside dead?”

Before she left town, Claire had made Thomas a promise to return once a year and they would sit on the beach and have a cookout, in memory of those lost. There was loss closer to home of course. Funerals were held for Alice, Erica, and the latter girl’s parents who were found drowned in Cooper’s Cove. There was a huge turnout, and many tears were shed, as well as questions asked why such terrible things happened to the innocents of the world.