That little figure ...
Before the thought could fully form in her mind, Adelyn turned her head to look in that direction.
Her brows furrowed slightly, but then gradually eased when she didn’t see the sa figure there again.
"Miss, is sothing wrong?"
The man asked politely when he noticed she hadn’t followed him. His gaze subtly flicked toward the direction she had been staring at. "That way leads to the private section."
Adelyn turned to look at him, and he continued explaining,
"You can book it, but—" he paused, rubbing his fingers together aningfully, "it requires a little extra money."
Adelyn raised a brow at the gesture, but then shook her head.
"I don’t need it. I’m just here for dinner."
The man studied her briefly but didn’t push further. Nodding, he gestured again toward the direction they had been heading.
"Then please, this way."
She gave a small nod, ready to follow.
But before moving, she glanced back again ... her gaze lingering for a second longer.
Then she shook the thought away.
The little one couldn’t possibly be here.
This place ... wasn’t ant for her.
Assuring herself that it had only been a fleeting illusion, Adelyn didn’t dwell on it any further.
Turning away, she followed the man deeper inside, stopping only after reaching a clean table prepared for dining.
—————
anwhile—
At the sa ti, Karl pulled his car up in front of the place.
The mont his limited-edition car ca to a halt, it imdiately drew attention.
People nearby turned to look, curiosity flashing across their faces.
But no matter how much they speculated, they couldn’t place his identity. After all, the crowd here mostly consisted of university students —people far removed from the circles of top-tier society.
"That car looks insanely expensive. Do you think he’s the young master of so rich family?"
"Young master?" soone scoffed. "What kind of young master would co to a place like this?"
That ... was true.
The place might appear lively and vibrant on the surface.
But those who frequented it knew the truth beneath.
It was a den —filled with people ready to lure others into the abyss of gambling.
Those born into real wealth rarely stepped into places like this. They had no reason to stain their polished lives with such risks.
"Brother Karl!!"
Pier’s voice snapped Karl out of his thoughts.
He turned around to look, spotting his friend approaching.
"You’re still outside?" Karl asked with a slight frown.
Pier nodded. "I just got here too." His eyes shifted toward the little girl beside Karl, lighting up with excitent. "Is that your favorite niece?"
At first glance, the girl looked irresistibly adorable.
Pier was no exception —especially when he noticed her large, grey eyes and soft, chubby cheeks.
He couldn’t resist the urge.
Reaching out, he was about to pinch her cheek—
But before he could—
Karl swatted his hand away.
"Try that again, and I won’t just swat it away."
Pier stiffened instantly. Letting out an awkward laugh, he rubbed his nose.
"Haha ... I definitely won’t dare."
Karl shot him a warning look before glancing around.
The place didn’t seem too bad.
Bringing Little Eira here ... might not have been such a terrible decision after all.
Pier noticed his expression and grinned.
"So ... you believe now? I told you this place isn’t bad. Bringing her here to play isn’t a problem."
Karl gave a small nod.
But then his expression shifted as he asked, "By the way, what exactly here makes money double within hours?"
"Uh ... that ..." Pier scratched his head awkwardly, tilting it slightly. "Brother Karl, I’m not really ... sure either."
Karl’s frown deepened instantly.
Pointing at him, he asked sharply, "What did you just say?"
Pier instinctively took a step back.
"I—I don’t know. The mont I heard about this place, I called you. I didn’t get ti to look into it properly."
"And you still said this place is safe?" Karl raised his hand, about to hit him—
But Pier dodged just in ti.
"Well ... that’s my fault. But—" he gestured around them, "look at this place. Does it really seem dangerous? I don’t think there’s any trouble here. As for how we make money—"
He pointed toward the entrance.
"We can just go inside and find out."
Karl’s frown didn’t ease imdiately.
But after thinking for a mont, he exhaled.
They were already here.
And from the outside, nothing seed too suspicious.
Going in for a short while shouldn’t hurt.
"Brother Karl ... are we going in?" Pier asked cautiously, not daring to push further.
Karl gave him one last look before speaking,
"You’d better pray this place isn’t trouble. Otherwise, I’ll drag you to your coffin myself."
Pier swallowed hard, adjusting his collar.
"Sure ... I wouldn’t mind staking my life."
With that, the three of them turned toward the place that appeared to be nothing more than a simple, budget-friendly restaurant from the outside.
"Let’s go," Karl said.
The three headed in.
The little girl held onto her uncle’s hand, her eyes wandering curiously.
The lights, the noise, the movent —
It all fascinated her.
For a brief mont, she seed to forget the quiet disappointnt that had weighed on her heart the entire day.
As they stepped inside —
Soone approached them.
"Hello, sir," the man greeted politely, though beneath his tone lingered a subtle hint of calculation —so faint that it could easily be overlooked. "May I ask what you’re looking for?"
Karl and Pier exchanged a glance.
Then Pier spoke, "We heard you have ... interesting ways to grow money."
The man’s eyes lit up instantly.
A smile spread across his face as he nodded.
"You heard correctly. We do have a few activities. Please, co this way."
He gestured for them to follow.
But just as Karl was about to move —
His phone rang.
He pulled it out, glanced at the screen —
And froze the next second.
Pier noticed him from the side, but didn’t understand the reaction until he leaned and saw it himself.
He swallowed before slowly asking, "Brother Karl ... what shall we do now? Are you taking your brother’s call?"
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