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"M-Ms. Swanson? Did you just call her that?" Cornell stammered. His mind was blank and buzzing. I swirled the wine in my glass and glanced coldly at him. "Theo, these two entered the venue using my VIP invitations. They told the whole world that they were Maxwell's diehard fans. They also said that they knew you very well. Do you know them too?" Theo's face turned stern at once as he whirled around to glare at Cornell.

Ethan explained dejectedly. Ethan continued to attempt logging in while Steven persistently logged him out. "I assume you are aware of the VIP client who was defrauded of five billion pounds today, and that everyone, including myself, is contributing to the effort?" Steven inquired, feigning ignorance. "Yes, I am aware, which is precisely why I am trying to log in so I can assist. However, the system keeps logging me out. The affected client is one of my top VIP clients," Ethan elaborated.

"Hello, where's the VIP section? Please take me there." Sasha couldn't help but laugh out loud. All she wanted now was to humiliate Felix while ignoring the curious looks coming from others. "Haha! VIP section? Even the most basic VIP account requires a minimum balance of ten million dollars. Do you even have ten thousand on you, you pauper?" Judging from Felix's outfit and Sasha's words, Jamie was skeptical that he was a VIP client. According to the rules, they had to verify his identity first. "Sir, please show your bank card and verify your fingerprint here."

The attendant gave her a once over and changed the tone of his voice as he asked, “Are you a new hire?” Sonnet shook her head. “Excuse me, madam. We don’t accept regular guests,” the attendant said coldly. “It’s like this. I’d like to ask about something that happened five years ago…” “I’m sorry, madam. We can’t expose our clients’ private information,” the attendant cut her off before she could finish speaking. “What do I need to do to become a VIP member at the club?” Sonnet asked. “You need to pay a minimum of 15 thousand dollars to become a member,” the attendant replied. He paused and added, “You can also enter the club if you’re a guest of one of our VIP members.”

Angeline explained. 'Turns out it really was Rayden and Mrs. Adams,' Amora thought as she sighed tiredly. She didn't expect her son to ask Emma to help him register Amora on that matchmaking app. "Can you please let me know the amount to become your VIP member?" Amora asked anxiously. "To become our VIP member, you just need to pay two hundred dollars. You'll receive several distinguished male candidates who have been screened through interviews with us," Angeline promoted her company's dating app.

Bars littered the walls with plush purple seating and circled booths scattered the VIP area that Jason and I headed to. "Fuck, it's packed!" Jason whined like a moody child as we walked through hoards of people to the VIP section. Were servers dressed skimpily with glowing trays of drinks, carrying empty bottles and glasses back to the bar while others rushed to serve in whatever way V's VIP members desired! Nothing was off limits at V's; you could purchase an hour with a waitress or dancer just as you could purchase a row of shot glasses filled with sambuca. And I intended to enjoy the evenings and all V's had to offer; if the pussy didn't help me forget Aurora, the top-shelf whiskey would.

Vega made his request. "Please wait! I'll check first." The woman immediately checked the available empty hotel rooms, while Vega and Alberto waited for a while. "There is a room like what you want. The room is on floor 17A. Is there a deposit or ID card?" "How much is the deposit?" Vega asked for the deposit amount at the hotel. The woman mentioned the deposit amount that Vega had to pay if she didn't want to leave his ID card. Vega took her wallet from her bag and used the money in it to pay the deposit and the cost of her hotel stay. Meanwhile, the woman was looking for the key.

Wendy yelled at the counter, still drunk. The attendant, noticing Wendy's condition, double-checked, “Are you sure you want the VIP room?” “Yes! Give us the VIP room!” Wendy insisted. “There’s only one VIP room left,” the attendant said. “The deposit is 1,000, and the minimum consumption is 28,000.” Wendy, stunned by the price, almost asked, *Why don’t you just rob a bank instead?* But Caitlin knew how large and luxurious the VIP room was, and it wasn’t necessary for just the three of them. “Wendy, let’s go for a regular room, we don’t need something that fancy.”

I tucked away my phone and exhaled. The crystal dome of Velvet Lounge loomed ahead. Damian rolled the Lamborghini to a slow halt, and valets rushed forward immediately. One minute we were stepping into the VIP elevator, the next we were stepping into the club. The bass thumped, dim lights flickered, and the air smelled faintly of cedar smoke and designer perfumes. A host approached with a practiced smile. “Welcome to Velvet Lounge.” Damian nodded. “Reservation under Rivera.” She glanced at her tablet. “Of course, this way please.”

Elaine curled her lips and said tentatively, “I’m just afraid that you will run away in a huff when I’m not paying attention after you’re done with the spa to leave me there alone to settle the bill for you.” “Are you kidding?” Hannah sneered and then took out a gold card from Shangri-La Hotel and said to Elaine, “I have deposited five hundred thousand dollars in Shangri-La Hotel. I am a VIP there. When I go there to spend, I can just sign the bill so that the money will be deducted from my account directly. I don’t need to bother to pay the bill at all, so why would I let you pay for it?”