Chapter: 765

"Forget about it. Let's just enjoy the night instead." Nikolas leaned back, his gaze sweeping over the lively dance floor. “Looks like there's a fresh crowd tonight."

"Sit tight; I'll bring them over!"

Wilton flashed a grin and strode off towards the group.

Whatever he said worked magic; he returned with a bevy of beautiful women in tow, each more striking than the last.

“Say hello, ladies!"

“Hello, sir!" Their eyes sparkled with intrigue upon noticing Nikolas.

Not every day did they encounter someone of his allure and apparent wealth, Nikolas, eyeing the wine and relaxing into the sofa, flashed a mischievous smile. “Tonight's challenge is simple-whoever can outdrink the rest gets to come home with me."

Wilton clapped his hands excitedly. "What are you waiting for? Get started!"

Laughter filled the air as the women jockeyed for position, each eager to prove herself.

Nikolas always found amusement in these displays: the feigned innocence, the hesitant sips of liquor, all a prelude to their true intentions.

"Not bad, right?" Wilton nudged him, eyes gleaming. "They're all from the local college. Choose anyone; I've got a room ready."

He slipped a key card into Nikolas' pocket with a sly chuckle.

"Damn, Wilton, you think of everything." Nikolas laughed, lighting a cigarette.

“Only the best for my pal! So, who caught your eye?"

Surveying the group, Nikolas pointed to a girl in a simple white dress perched at the end of the sofa. "Her."

Nikolas didn't drink much, but smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes.

At the end of the lively party, he escorted the girl in the white dress out of the bar. Wilton had already arranged a room for them at a nearby hotel.

Taking the room key, Nikolas casually tossed it to the girl. “You head upstairs first. I'll grab some smokes."

The girl blushed, nodding in acquiescence. "Okay."

Struggling in her uncomfortable high heels, she walked slowly, pausing intermittently.

Nikolas pondered briefly, then made his way to a nearby supermarket to purchase cigarettes. On his return to the hotel, he lit one up.

Quite broken, the streetlights flickered, casting fleeting shadows along his path.

Before ascending to their room, he checked his phone. Messages from his parents requesting his return home tomorrow, reminders from his secretary about pending office documents, and a message from Ensson Corporation's contact.

Squinting, Nikolas realized Aimee's address was in an old neighborhood of Odonset, far from Ensson Corporation. It didn't seem like the kind of place she would choose to rent. It seemed to be her parents' place.