From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables C.487 - : 227 Illusion (Eleven)_3

Chapter 487: 227 Illusion (Eleven)_3

A group of people walked in grandly, and immediately a waiter came over and respectfully asked, “Are you Black Card or Gold Card members?”

Liu Muxue furrowed her brow, “What’s this Black Card Gold Card thing?”

A small crack appeared in the waiter’s smiling face. “I apologize, but our club only accepts Black Card and Gold Card members.”

Liu Muxue placed her hands on her hips with a laugh of exasperation, “Blinded by your dog eyes, daring to reject this young lady.”

The waiter had seen his fair share of arrogant and domineering rich second-generation people, so he did not find this odd. He continued to smile and said, “I’m sorry, but these are the rules of our club.”

Song Yinzhang came to Liu Muxue’s side and whispered, “This place is a membership-based club. If you don’t have a Black or Gold Card, you can’t enter. We should leave.”

Liu Muxue scoffed, “How can one become a member here?”

The waiter said, “You can become a Gold Card member by spending one million in one visit.”

“And what about a Black Card?”

The waiter hesitated, “The Black Card membership requires a certain status. Our club has only had five Black Card members since its establishment.”

In short, a Black Card membership is beyond your reach.

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Liu Muxue chuckled sarcastically, “Do you look down on people? This young lady has money to spare.” She then slapped a black card against the waiter’s face.

The waiter was shocked when he saw the Black Card. Working here, he has met all kinds of people and his horizons have broadened. This Black Card was much more impressive than the usual ones. The waiter immediately bowed respectfully and said, “Please follow me, Miss.”

Liu Muxue pointed at Ming Jing and her friends, “They are my friends. Make sure to take good care of them.”

The waiter immediately complied.

Xie Zhen was shocked by Liu Muxue’s extravagance.

The waiter led Ming Jing and her friends into the elevator. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a group of people entered through the front door.

Seeing this group, the waiter felt a headache coming on and stiffly approached them, “Young Master Song, Young Master Lin, what would you like to do tonight?”

Song Hanqing’s gaze suddenly fixed on the closing elevator doors, “Who was the woman in white?”

The waiter glanced back at the already closed elevator doors but knew who their target was.

This young master Song was a well-known little tyrant in Jingzhou, bullying men and women alike, doing all kinds of evil. The poor girl he had taken fancy to was in for a hard time.

“I don’t know who she is either. She must be here at the club for the first time; I haven’t seen her before,” the waiter answered honestly.

“Which private room is she in?” Song Hanqing asked with a lustful face, stroking his chin.

“This… uh…,” the waiter hesitated.

“If Young Master Song wants to know something, do you think you can hide it? It’s better to please him than to offend him. If you provoke him, you’ll lose your job.”

The waiter gritted his teeth, “She’s in…”

The dim yellow light in the corridor was dim and mysterious, with a soft Persian carpet covering the floor. Stepping on it felt like stepping into clouds.

Suddenly, a door to a room opened, and a naked woman crawled out, crying. As soon as her head appeared, she was dragged back into the room. The woman desperately grabbed the carpet, but her struggles were in vain.

In the instant the door closed, Ming Jing seemed to hear the wild laughter and lustful jeers of men, the desperate crying of women, mixed together. This was the underside of the club’s luxurious facade, filled with debauchery and excess.

It was like a ferocious beast with sharp fangs, baring its teeth and claws, sneering evilly. It was both greedy and lustful, tearing apart beauty, shattering illusions, dragging people into an eternal abyss of suffering.

“Ah!” Xie Zhen screamed, subconsciously hiding behind Ming Jing.