Michael was driving a convertible, and Debra sat in the passenger seat, watching the scenery outside.

Even thiste at night, the city was alive with bright lights, bustling streets, and neon shing everywhere.

The wind brushed against her face as Michael picked up speed.

She closed her eyes, letting the rush of the ride wash over her. Compared to everything she had been through, this was nothing.

After a while, she opened her eyes. "You''ve circled this area for half an hour. Think it''s about time we head back?"

Michael slowed down. "Feeling better?"

Debra nodded. "A little. Probably not as fun as bungee jumping, though."

She used to be terrified of heights. But after everything she had faced over the past two years, extreme sports seemed almost childishpared to real life-or- death situations.

Michael chuckled, "I''ll take you somewhere fun."

"Sure," Debra nodded, "if it helps me unwind."

"Buckle up." Michael stepped on the gas, and they sped through the city.

Soon, the car pulled up in front of a club. Michael got out first and opened the door for Debra.

She smirked, "I knew it. You''re taking me to a nightclub."

"As I said, I''m the other version of you in this world." Michael took off his sunsses. "So? Wanna check it out?"

"I never took you for the clubbing type," she sighed. "You''ve gone bad."

"As an actor, I have to socialize in ces like this all the time. I''ve been here a few times, and this ce is best of the best."

"Alright then. Let''s see how great it is."

She could already smell the mix of perfume and alcohol in the air. The bass thumped so hard she could feel the vibrations even from outside.

The security guard at the entrance barely blinked at the sight of Michael, who pulled out a ck-and-gold VIP card and swiped it to open the doors.

A bouncer stamped the back of Debra''s hand with an invisible ink mark. Under the purple lights, the club''s logo was revealed.

Debra raised an eyebrow and lowered her hand.

The deeper they walked inside, the louder the music got. By the time they

reached the main area, the bass felt like it was pounding through her chest.

Michael typed on his phone and saw it to her. There was no way tomunicate

normally in this noisy environment. Even yelling wouldn''t help.

The text read, [Our booth is in the back. Got a few cute boys for you.]

Michael put a finger to his lips and winked at her with a sly grin.

For a split second, Debra thought that if he ever quit the film industry and worked

at a club instead, he''d be the most in-demand male host in the business.

The booth in the very back was the biggest VIP section. "Hey there."

And waiting there were six ridiculously attractive men, standing in unison like a perfectly arranged lineup of eye candy.

There was the innocent puppy type, the sharp-dressed bad boy, the intellectual yet secretly wicked one, the sunshiny golden retriever, the mature and restrained one with an air of mystery, and of course, the arrogant yet secretly sweet tsundere.