CHAPTER 122: STALKING DANIEL

As they drove by, Victoria slid down her window to look outside; the blue-painted club, rumored to house illegal activities, seemed lively. A Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit stopped at the entrance, and a valet dressed in a corporate white shirt and plain black pants stepped forward, hoping to collect the keys and drive it to the parking lot. A young man in his mid-thirties came down from the vehicle with two elegantly dressed women who were giggling childishly and stared at the valet briefly before handing the key over. "This club is quiet," Victoria noted. " Only on the surface." Andreas, who was munching a snack, answered. Her face conveys zero emotions. "Once that door closes." She pointed at the club's main entrance. No one can tell what's happening inside." Victoria looked out the window again and saw an older man with gray hair holding a young girl by the waist. "This is disgusting. Victoria rolled her eyes as they stepped out of the Chevy and entered the bar. "You've never bee