Woodmerrow was a city that never slept.
At night, it became a paradise for many rich second-generation heirs.
Nelson felt a knot in his chest as he thought about how he had failed to kill Russell and Dr. Z earlier that night. Feeling frustrated, he drove to a club he often visited to unwind.
Sitting at the bar, he ordered several shots of hard liquor. As he drank one after another, his mood seemed to improve slightly.
At that moment, a figure appeared beside him. The scent of perfume reached his nose, and when he turned, a woman in a red dress with blonde hair and blue eyes sat down next to him.
She glanced at him and, in a soft voice, asked, “Would you buy me a drink?”
“Of course,” Nelson replied, raising his chin. The bartender immediately served the same drink to the woman.
Nelson enjoyed the ……
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