Chapter 84: Desperation & Hatred

In the city’s upscale bar, the atmosphere was refined and calm, unlike the usual bustling nightlife. It was daytime, so the bar wasn’t crowded, but the patrons present were far from ordinary. Each one was dressed as if attending a party, though by their societal status, their attire was relatively modest. The bar didn’t echo with the typical clamor of other establishments. Instead, soft music played in the background, barely loud enough to break the eerie silence, ensuring it didn’t disturb the clientele. Dylan leaned against the bar, his head tilted to one side, exuding the aura of someone nursing a broken heart. The bartender, ever attentive, appeared to take his order almost instantly. Upon seeing Dylan’s face, the bartender’s eyes widened briefly before he quickly composed himself. Dylan’s gaze was fixated on the rows of vibrant liquor bottles behind the bartender. Without really paying attention, he murmured his order, “One ice-cold Martini... Stirred, not shaken.” The bartende