Villain Ch 314. The High Society Club

Time seemed to slip by as Allen patiently waited for Vivian to join him. After what felt like half an hour, the bathroom door finally opened, and Vivian emerged, looking stunning and confident. Allen couldn’t help but be taken aback by her appearance. He had expected her to wear a dress or something more formal, but to his surprise, she had chosen a black leotard full suit with a daring V-neck that showed off her alluring cleavage. Her makeup was a perfect blend of boldness and sophistication, accentuating her features in a way that made his heart skip a beat.

“Wow,” was all Allen could manage to say as he gazed at her, admiring the transformation.

Vivian grinned, clearly pleased with his reaction. “You like it?” she asked, doing a playful twirl to showcase her outfit.

“I do, but it’s quite unexpected,” Allen admitted, still trying to process the image of his usually vibrant and energetic companion in such seductive and formal attire.

“I wanted to try something different tonight,” Vivian explained, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “It’s a high society club, after all, and I thought I’d channel my inner femme fatale.”

“Well, you nailed it,” Allen replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before he tore himself away. “Shall we go now?”

Vivian nodded, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. “Yes, let’s not keep the others waiting,” she quipped, playfully offering her arm for him to take.

With a smile, Allen linked his arm with hers.

Using the motorcycle, they zoomed through the city streets, the wind rushed against their faces, bringing a sense of liberation. The cool breeze brushed against their skin as they navigated the bustling city streets, the neon lights flickering and the sounds of the city creating a symphony of urban excitement. 𝙚𝙙𝙤𝒗𝒆𝒍．𝒄𝙤𝙢

The club building stood tall and imposing, exuding an air of luxury and elegance. Its sleek, modern design boasted a glass fa?ade that shimmered with the reflection of the city lights. A grand entrance welcomed guests, with velvet ropes cordoning off the entrance, adding a touch of exclusivity.

As Allen and Vivian approached the entrance, they were met by a valet attendant, dressed impeccably in a black suit. Allen handed him the key to his motorcycle with a smile, and he nodded in acknowledgment before whisking it away to be parked.

With the formalities taken care of, they stepped inside the club, where they were greeted by the warm glow of soft, ambient lighting. The interior was opulent, adorned with plush velvet couches, crystal chandeliers, and gleaming marble floors. Mirrored walls gave an illusion of grandeur, reflecting the lavish surroundings.

The interior of the high society club was nothing short of breathtaking. The design and decor were on par with some of the most luxurious star hotels in the world. Opulence and sophistication were evident in every detail, from the intricately designed chandeliers that cast a soft, golden glow to the lavish art pieces adorning the walls. Plush velvet couches and high-backed chairs beckoned guests to sink into comfort and indulge in the ambiance of extravagance.

As Vivian and Allen stepped further into the club, they were approached by an elegantly dressed user, who seemed to be a staff member of the establishment. He had a composed demeanor, with a welcoming smile that reflected the club’s commitment to exceptional service.

“Good evening,” the user greeted warmly. “Welcome to our club. How may I assist you tonight?”

“Good evening,” Vivian replied with a gracious smile. “We’re here for Mr. Bell’s table. He’s expecting us.”

The user’s eyes lit up in recognition. “Ah, of course! Right this way, please,” he said, gesturing for them to follow him.

They followed the user through the bustling club. Allen couldn’t help but marvel at the elegance and grandeur of their surroundings. The lively music filled the air. The upbeat melody of a modern dance track reverberated through the walls, accompanied by a thumping bass that made the floor beneath their feet vibrate.

The table was adorned with several bottles of premium drinks, their golden hues glinting under the soft glow of the chandeliers. Crystal glasses stood ready to be filled, and the aroma of aged whiskey and fine wines wafted through the air.

Among the guests was Mr. Bell himself whose presence commanded attention and respect. He greeted Vivian and Allen with a genuine smile.

“Vivian, Allen, it’s a pleasure to have you here tonight,” Mr. Bell said, his voice carrying a hint of admiration. “The photoshoot has been nothing short of extraordinary. I must say, you two make quite the dynamic duo.”

Vivian blushed modestly, humbled by the compliment from such a prominent figure in the high society club. “Thank you, Mr. Bell. We’re honored to be here,” she replied, her appreciation evident in her voice.

Allen nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of validation and pride in their achievements. “Yes, it’s truly an honor to be among such distinguished guests,” he added graciously.

They settled into their seats, mingling with the others.

Vivian leaned closer to Allen to be heard over the music, “Isn’t this music amazing? It’s the perfect blend of modern beats and classic tunes,” she said, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Yeah, it’s incredible,” Allen replied, nodding in agreement. He could feel the rhythm coursing through his veins, and he couldn’t resist tapping his fingers on the table in sync with the music.

As more guests started to arrive at the table, the celebration gained momentum. The bottles of drinks were opened one by one, and the clinking of glasses and cheerful laughter filled the air. The table was brimming with life, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The music continued to pulse in the background, adding to the lively atmosphere of the club. They were engrossed in a conversation about everything. Their laughter mingled in between.

As Vivian and Allen chatted, their conversation suddenly came to a halt as they noticed two familiar figures approaching their table. Elio and Sophia.