Moonlight Lounge Club
"Hah! Who would have thought that one day I would see so many cars like this at once?" a security guard exclaimed excitedly as he looked at the convoy of cars which he had just allowed to pass.
His colleague smiled as he brimmed with pride at what had happened that day and said, "Hehe. You can tell that we are dealing with the big leagues."
"I suddenly envy those people!"
"Tch!" the other rolled his eyes as he looked at the shameless friend who didn’t bother his thoughts at all.
However, inwardly, he felt the same as well.
He had been letting these cars pass the gates for more than an hour. Honestly, he wished to be attending the party of the VIP whom he knew pretty well.
How nice would it be if the party was broadcasted?
Unfortunately, it was private.
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Meanwhile, at the club itself, the customers were busy craning their necks, taking a glance at these well-dressed men and women who had been pouring in for a while now.
Through some channels, they heard that some bigshot was hosting a private birthday party. They couldn’t help but wonder who was hosting such a low-key party.
"OMG! Is that young master Wyatt?"
"When did he return?"
"He looks so damn fine."
"It’s too bad that he is just ....."
"Who cares what he is? At least he isn’t someone who causes trouble."
"That’s true."
"Hehe, whoever is hosting the party. I like that person. I got to see young master Wyatt’s group."
"Same here!"
"I am not interested in these young masters."
’Then who?"
"I saw the young misses. They looked all pretty."
"It’s like the whole Garden View Villa complex misses and masters are in attendance."
"But who is the host?"
"You aren’t alone there."
There were a lot of opinions being shared. However, one thing was for certain: whatever was happening right now, it was going to trend one way or the other.
After all, familiar faces who were quite known were gathering in one place. So how could they not be curious?
Among the curious people, there was a certain group in one of the private groups.
When Wyatt and his friends were passing, heading towards the private room where the party was being held, the group of people caught a glimpse of them.
Seeing this group, the group in the room’s curiosity was piqued.
"What do you think he is up to now?" one of them, wearing a colorful shirt, asked curiously as he swirled a glass of wine.
"Hehe, probably some party. What else?"
"Now that begs the question. Whose party?"
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