Chapter 72

Isabella Langley's cheeks were flushed with alcohol as she tugged at Vivian Laurent's arm.

"Dance with me!"

Vivian shook her head, pulling her jacket tighter around herself.

"Why are you dressed like that?" Isabella yanked the jacket off. "You should let Ethan Roscente see how stunning you look tonight!"

The strobe lights flickered over the dance floor, illuminating Vivian's sleek black halter top and leather pants that hugged her long legs. Heads turned as she moved.

Up in the VIP lounge, Felix Valdemar perked up at the sudden burst of cheers.

His gaze landed on two figures at the center of the dance floor.

Squinting, he recognized one of them immediately.

"Is that Isabella Langley?"

And the bombshell beside her—wasn't that the woman Ethan had been searching for?

Felix pulled out his phone and recorded a video, sending it to Ethan with a text:

"Boss, isn't this the one from last time?"

Ethan had just wrapped up a meeting when his phone buzzed.

The video showed Vivian swaying her hips to the rhythm.

His expression darkened.

"Head to Nightfall Lounge."

Meanwhile, a group of thugs lurked in the shadows, watching Vivian intently.

"Boss Duke, that's her! The one who took down our guys last time."

Duke Massies spat out his cigarette, eyes glinting with hunger.

"Pathetic. Watch how it's done."

As Vivian finished dancing, a sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.

She barely took two steps before a greasy man blocked her path.

"Hey gorgeous, how about a dance?"

"Not interested."

Duke flashed a gold-toothed grin.

"You know who I am? I own this district."

Vivian smirked.

"Move."

Duke reached out to grab her.

"You're asking for it!"

Just as Vivian tensed to strike—

A dark blur shot past.

Duke barely registered the movement before searing pain exploded in his wrist.

The next instant, he was airborne.

THUD.

The floor shook.

Duke lay sprawled on the ground, his front teeth missing.