When Love Comes Late

Narrowing her eyes, Stella questioned, “Do you know who has put him in such a tight spot?”

“No…” Doreen replied thoughtfully.

“However, he did mention something about the real owner of the White Horse Club.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

”

While Stella recognized the name of the White Horse Club, she was unaware of the actual owner’s identity.

Clearly, the issue was far more complex than she had initially thought.

Doreen continued, “Mr.

Twitty also said he would be at the White Horse Club in Room 606 at eight o’clock tonight.

He described it as his last piece of advice and insisted we keep it confidential.

If we’re to retrieve our sales channel, our only lead is the club’s owner.

”

Stella quickly made a decision and responded, “Got it.

I’ll be there tonight.

Please send me the sales data for our new products this season.

No businessman worth their salt could resist a profitable proposition.

”

After she ended the call, Stella quickly jumped up and headed to the studio.

She had been swamped all day because of it.

But she was fine with that.

It kept her from dwelling on Matthew.

At last, it was eight in the evening.

Stella took the sales data and new product design sketches to the exclusive White Horse Club.

The club was right in the center of Seamarsh, where the wealthy lived.

Even from the outside, it was clear how exclusive it was.

The door was adorned in such lavish decor that it felt intimidating.

Stella approached with poise and confidence.

But as soon as she reached the door, the doorman stopped her.

“Excuse me, ma’am.

Could I see your membership card, please?”

Stella frowned.

The doorman said politely, “We have a membership system here.

Only members are allowed inside.

”

Stella nodded.

“I’ll sign up for one now.

”

The doorman gave Stella a curious look.

In the morning rush, Stella had grabbed a plain, long dress with no accessories, looking quite ordinary.

The doorman looked at her with a hint of disdain, but being a professional at a high-end club, he kept his composure.

“Ma’am, our annual membership fee is at least 5 million dollars,” he said politely.

Eager to meet the owner, Stella brushed off the doorman’s disdain and pulled out a black card.

“I’ll use this,” she said calmly.

The doorman, now intrigued, eagerly assisted Stella with the membership and showed her inside.

Stella headed straight to the second floor and found Room 606.

She opened the door and saw a group playing cards inside.