Gavin's pupils constricted abruptly. His Adam's apple bobbed twice.

Ethan's slender fingers tapped the tabletop, his voice icy. "Gavin, answer me."

Gavin snapped back to attention, a cold sweat breaking out down his spine. "Understood!"

Though utterly confused, he didn't dare ask questions.

Setting down his wineglass, he shot Liam and Oliver a meaningful look. "Follow me upstairs."

The two exchanged glances but noticed Gavin's grave expression. Silently, they trailed behind.

......

Inside VIP Room 888, crystal chandeliers cast a hypnotic glow.

Jenna stood beside the gilded coffee table, her gaze fixed on the man lounging across the sofa.

Lucien's black dress shirt was buttoned to the top. His Patek Philippe watch gleamed coldly under the lights.

He patted the leather couch beside him. "Have a seat, Miss Roland."

A smirk played on his lips, but his eyes remained fathomless.

Jenna sat gracefully, her fingers subtly tightening around her skirt. "What would you like to drink, Mr. Valois?"

Four hulking bodyguards flanked them, their black shirts straining over intimidating musculature.

Lucien leisurely lit a cigar. "Any recommendations?"

"Romanée-Conti has a rich, velvety finish that would suit you perfectly." Jenna's voice was crisp. "Complimentary with five signature appetizers."

She flawlessly listed over a dozen premium labels, including their exact vintages.

Through the haze of smoke, Lucien suddenly leaned in close. "You choose."

Jenna's breath hitched, her nails digging into her palms. "I'll fetch the bottle then."

"Not so fast." Lucien abruptly seized her wrist, ash tumbling into the crystal ashtray. "You're trembling?"

Meeting his gaze squarely, Jenna replied, "You flatter me, Mr. Valois. The customer is always right."