Chapter 460
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After finishing his business at the bank, Emmanuel headed straight to the Pluk District Commercial City. Unlike the more reserved, upscale Onza District, Pluk was a vibrant hub of activity, teeming with people from all walks of life. The energy here was palpable, a testament to the area’s thriving economic heartbeat.
As he drove, Emmanuel took in the bustling scenery, feeling a sense of quiet admiration for what Eve had accomplished. The Waterspring Club was an impressive multi-story complex that stood as a landmark in the district. Even from a distance, its architecture signaled both wealth and influence. This was the headquarters of the Wolf Warrior Society, a sophisticated organization that held significant weight in Yeringham’s social and professional circles.
Emmanuel parked his car and approached the main entrance. He was immediately greeted by a line of hostesses standing at the door. They were dressed in elegant, red floral-patterned formal gowns that matched the club’s sophisticated decor.
“Good afternoon, sir. Do you have a reservation?” one of the hostesses asked, her smile perfectly practiced and professional.
While her tone was polite—a result of months of rigorous hospitality training—there was a subtle, observant glint in her eyes. The employees of the Waterspring Club were accustomed to dealing with the city’s most influential figures. They were well-paid and highly trained, and they had developed a keen ability to categorize guests at a glance. Seeing Emmanuel in his casual attire, they maintained their professional courtesy, though they privately doubted he was a typical high-end client.
“I’m here to see someone,” Emmanuel replied honestly. After reviewing his recent financial updates, he needed to discuss several strategic points with Eve. Her expertise would be essential if he hoped to navigate the complexities of his upcoming high-level mission.
Emmanuel could sense their silent appraisal, but after three years of living a quiet, unassuming life in Yeringham, he was unfazed by such treatment. His only observation was the discipline of the staff; they were young and possessed a sharp, professional poise that suggested the Waterspring Club offered exceptional career prospects and significant authority to its members.
“Whom are you looking for, sir? And which department or private suite are they in?” the hostess asked, her voice becoming slightly more formal. The Waterspring Club operated with strict protocols; it wasn't a place for casual walk-ins. If a visitor wasn't there for a scheduled service or meeting, the staff had little reason to grant entry.
Emmanuel remained unbothered by the shifting atmosphere and responded calmly, “I’m looking for Eve.”
The name hit the group like a physical shock. The hostesses stood a little straighter, their expressions changing from polite indifference to genuine surprise. They exchanged quick, puzzled glances. A few of them even suppressed a small, skeptical smile. This man just walked up and asked for her? Eve wasn't just the proprietor of the Waterspring Club; she was the decisive leader of the Wolf Warrior Society. Her schedule was managed with military precision, and she rarely accepted unscheduled visitors—especially those who arrived without a formal introduction.