"Woman?" Armand looked even more confused, "It's not the Cook's illegitimate daughter, is it?"

"So, are you interested?" The man turned his handsome face to him.

"This is a matter for you the Cook's. As interested as I am, I'm just an outsider!"

Armand leisurely rested his arms behind his head. As he idly looked out the window, a gorgeous and tall woman just happened to be walking out of the gate of the SenWell Hotel. He raised his eyebrows at the man beside him.

"See? That's South City's famous slut! I heard that your cousin almost killed himself because of her! You've just returned to our country, so stay away from such a woman from now on!"

The man glanced at her slender figure coldly, and then withdrew his gaze.

The Bentley flickered out of the parking lot outside the SenWell Hotel and was driven swiftly to the next street.

Scenery Garden was one of South City's top private clubs, which was located on the north side of town.

It hosted all of South City's most influential people. Those rich people with no fame couldn't go there. The security system was very advanced, and the interior decoration of the club was gorgeous, with all kinds of private high-class clubs.

It was the most extravagant and luxurious club in South City.

The second-floor balcony of Scenery Garden was surrounded by European-style stone pillars and colored lights.

Tonight, a few men, who were sons of those bigwigs in South City, arrived at Scenery Garden.

Simple white sofas and coffee tables were set up. Wool carpets covered the floor, and assorted fruits and snacks and wine were set up at several round tables nearby.

"The Moody's Group seems to have their eye on that land in Prosperity Plaza!" Chris Green stood by the white stone railing, taking a sip of wine from his glass.

Armand sat idly on the couch, with his long legs resting on the coffee table as he fiddled with his cellphone, "The Moody's has been in disgrace for three years and now they're thinking of making a comeback?"

"Allen, how sure are you of that land at Prosperity Plaza?" Chris looked to the man beside him who had been silent.

The slender, handsome Allen Cook stood by the stone rail. His black suit jacket was put casually on the back of the sofa. He was wearing only a white shirt with the sleeves up to his elbows. Even with such a simple outfit, he still looked reserved and kingly.

"I've never been interested in things which too many people are interested in." He gently shook the glass in his hand, smiling gently and taking a sip.

Chris looked at the glass in his hand and smiled.

And his eyes flickered, he saw a car approaching, "Allen, you're not interested in Prosperity Plaza, but someone is!"

Following Chris's gaze, he found a small and inconspicuous white Polo went through the tall and carved iron gate of Scenery Garden. It went straight through the gate into the inner garden, unimpeded.

"It is one of South City's famous sluts, isn't it?"

Someone began to speak first, and it caused those men on the terrace to laugh out loud.

"What happened? Mr. Brown, are you sorry she didn't make you sleep with her?"

"Honestly, if I had the chance, I'd fuck a woman like Sherry Ella!"

"If you look at all the South City, there are plenty of men who want to fuck her. Who are you?"

Several men's quips immediately drew more laughter.

Allen's well-defined face took on a faint hue of harshness in the bright moonlight and shining lights.

He looked down at the small white Polo coldly. The car door was open, a foot in nude high heels appeared on the grass, followed by a gorgeous and seductive woman who stepped out of the car.

The sound of the heels grew closer and Sherry's beautiful figure drew everyone's attention as she appeared on the terrace.

"I didn't expect Miss Ella was so punctual!" Chris took a tall glass from the waiter and walked over to her.

Sherry lifted her hand to take the red wine he handed her. Her glistening lips were curled in a smile, "Mr. Green, what a compliment!"

"Miss Ella, you're welcome! Chris feels honored to have Miss Sherry Ella here tonight!" A man by the couch said it. It didn't sound like anything in particular, but it was unclear.

To outsiders, it sounded as if Sherry and Chris had a real relationship.

Sherry did not take the man's words seriously and she remained an elegant light smile.

It was only when she glimpsed at the cold back standing at the stone railings of the terrace that her smile deepened and she stepped forward to meet him, "Allen, you're here too!"

Sherry's "Allen" startled all the people on the terrace.