“The Crown Club?” Rachel’s hands on the steering wheel froze for a moment. She was startled to hear the name of the club. She didn’t have a good impression of the Crown Club. If she could help it, she wouldn’t go there. But when she thought of the project of the Bennet Group, she had to overcome her feelings.
“I’m going there now,” she told Andy.
she turned the car around. The Crown Club was in the opposite direction to the Bennet Group.
Of course, Andy didn’t know what was on Rachel’s mind, nor did he sense the change in Rachel’s tone. “Okay. I’ll go there too, but I may be a bit late. I have to deal with something right now.” “It’s okay. Take your time,” Rachel said in a low voice and hung up the phone. In the Crown Club When the Audi A6 pulled up in front of the club, a parking assistant greeted Rachel. He opened the car door and took the car keys from her so he could park the car.
Standing at the entrance, Rachel scanned the facade of the club. Through the glass door, she could see the luxurious decoration of the hall on the first floor. The Crown Club was as grand as it had been four years ago. Four years had passed in the blink of an eye.
Rachel took a deep breath and walked in.
“Good day, Miss Bennet!” The lobby manager was on the phone when he saw Rachel getting out of the car. He put away his phone in a hurry and walked up to Rachel.
“I’m sorry. May I know who you are?” Rachel looked at the manager who was smiling at her. She searched his face for familiarity but she couldn’t remember him. Noticing Rachel’s confusion, the man apologized and introduced himself. “I’m Jerry, the lobby manager of the Crown
Club.”
“Do you know me?” “Why, of course, Miss Bennet,” Jerry laughed in a flattering tone. “All the employees in the Crown Club have a picture of you, so we can recognize you the moment you’re here. You deserve our best attention.” Her picture?
What picture?
Why should they treat her like a VIP?
“Miss Bennet, are you here alone?” Jerry asked as he looked past Rachel.
“Yes,” Rachel answered, somehow confused by the question. “Didn’t Mr. Sullivan come?” Mr. Sullivan. Of course, Jerry was referring to Victor. Rachel suddenly remembered that Victor was the real boss of the Crown Club.
“No,” Rachel answered sternly, her looks turning sharp. Jerry had been working in the Crown Club for several years. He was good at reading people’s expressions. Seeing Rachel’s face made him realize that he had said something wrong. He quickly shifted to a different topic. “Miss Bennet, are you here for someone? Or…”
“I’m meeting someone,” Rachel answered and then looked at Andy’s message on her phone. “The prive room we ve
booked is called Morandi, which I believe is on the second floor,”
“Come with me then. I’ll take you upstairs.” Jerry smiled graciously as he had been trained to do. He then led the way to the room.
“The Crown Club?” Rachel’s hands on the steering wheel froze for a moment. She was startled to hear the name of the club.
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