Chapter 85 Brainstorming

Nicholas Andrieux I leaned back in my chair, fingers drumming lightly against the polished wood of my desk, my mind tangled in the usual thoughts that came with running Andrieux Enterprises. But today, my focus wasn’t solely on business deals or market trends. No, today, I was thinking about something else. Something a bit more… indulgent. My club. Running a club wasn’t just about selling overpriced drinks and playing loud music. No, my club had a reputation—an exclusivity—that set it apart from the rest. The Andrieux name came with expectations. People assumed that someone like me wouldn’t indulge in the nightlife industry, that I’d stick to cold boardrooms and high-stakes negotiations. But that was exactly why I built this place—because I understood people like me. The scrutiny. The pressure. The endless cycle of public fascination—waiting for you to slip, to fall, to fail. I had been through it all. And now, Alicia was in that same unforgiving spotlight. She had no ide