Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain-Chapter 124: Drinker

"Boss?" Riley blinked, her large, expressive eyes filled with shock.

She had only been working at this club for a week, but in that short time, she had heard countless rumors about the elusive owner of the club.

Some claimed he was a tall, rich, and handsome business tycoon, while others whispered that he was a powerful underworld figure. There were even rumors that he had deep connections within city.

Because of all these conflicting stories, Riley had grown increasingly curious about the man she had never met yet had heard so much about.

But why would someone like him want to see a newbie employee like her?

"The boss is here tonight," Lane explained, already prepared with an excuse. "He wants to assess the new staff members and see how they’re doing."

"Assess new staff members?"

Riley looked even more confused. Her eyes, as clear as spring water, held not just naivety but also a hint of nervousness. "But… but I don’t know how to do anything! I can’t sing, I can’t dance, I don’t have any special talents…"

Lane forced a reassuring smile, though deep down, she felt like a brothel madam luring an innocent girl into trouble.

"Don’t worry," she said, voice gentle but firm. "The boss is a very nice person." At least, that was what she told herself to ease her own guilt.

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The VIP Lounge:-

The top floor of the club housed its most exclusive VIP rooms, a stark contrast to the wild, electrifying atmosphere of the main dance floor below.

Each suite had its own unique theme and luxurious design, offering complete privacy and comfort.

One of the club’s greatest selling points was its impeccable soundproofing. No matter how deafening the DJ’s beats were downstairs, the VIP rooms remained silent sanctuaries, perfectly insulated from the chaos.

Alex lounged comfortably on the large leather sofa, his posture relaxed, one leg crossed over the other. He swirled a glass of Sidecar in his hand, the amber liquid catching the dim, moody lighting of the room.

On the low glass table before him sat another cocktail, a Dry Martini, untouched, and an unopened bottle of high-proof Vodka, its presence a silent invitation for something stronger.

A soft knock came at the door. Moments later, it opened.

Lane stepped in first, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. Behind her, half-hidden in her shadow, was a small, timid figure.

A delicate, helpless little thing.

"Boss," Lane said, her voice composed but her expression unreadable. "I’ve brought her." Lane stepped aside, revealing the girl she had been shielding.

"This is our new employee, her name is Riley." With her protective barrier gone, Riley suddenly found herself standing directly in front of the club’s mysterious owner.

Already nervous to begin with, she now felt completely exposed under his gaze. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she stiffly bowed.

"S-S… Sir, hello!" Her voice wavered slightly, carrying a soft, almost trembling tone. She stood ramrod straight, eyes fixed forward, looking as disciplined as a student undergoing military training.

Alex lifted his gaze, but instead of looking at the anxious girl in front of him, his attention landed on Lane.

Lane, whose blood carried half Russian heritage, had a figure that could only be described as explosive.

The kind that strained the very fabric of her dress, leaving little to the imagination. She was the type of woman that could drive men insane with just a glance.

If a room full of lecherous men saw her, they would probably lose their minds, yelling "Step on me, Miss!" without shame.

In the original plot, Lane was someone Alex had picked up in Russia of course he doesn’t remember clearly when as it was before he had transmigrated. From then on, she remained by his side, serving as his right-hand woman, much like the refined yet ruthless Mr. Waters.

Though her area for now was only in this bar and not outside.

Later in the plot, when the protagonist, Eric Vaughn, launched his attack, Lane sacrificed herself to buy time for Alex’s escape like Mr. Waters in the Ethan one. Poisoned by Eric, her death was nothing short of tragic.

But right now, none of that had happened yet.

Lane suddenly felt something odd in the way her boss was looking at her. It wasn’t the usual commanding gaze he carried, but something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Instinctively, she decided it was best to leave as soon as possible.

"Boss, I’ll leave you two to talk," she said casually, already turning toward the door. "There’s still work outside I need to take care of."

Alex gave a slight nod, granting his silent approval.

However, just as Lane reached for the door handle— "Wait, Lane! You’re leaving?"

Riley’s voice shot up an octave, her panic clear as day. She turned toward Lane in alarm, like a lost child about to be abandoned in unfamiliar territory.

Lane was her only lifeline in this place! She might have been a little naive, but she wasn’t stupid.

Being left alone in a private VIP room with a man she barely knew? A man as powerful and enigmatic as the club owner? That just didn’t seem right!

But before she could even finish processing her thoughts, Lane had already stepped outside… And the door clicked shut. Experience more content on novelbuddy

The private VIP room fell into complete silence, so quiet that the faint sound of ice melting in a glass seemed deafening. The air carried the subtle scent of cocktails, blending with the lingering tension.

Riley stood stiffly near the door, her posture as rigid as a student being scolded by a strict teacher. She swallowed nervously before speaking, her voice soft and hesitant.

"S-Sir… hello."

Alex barely acknowledged her, offering only a small nod before taking another sip of his drink. He had no intention of making small talk.

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In his past life, his alcohol tolerance had been average at best. But after arriving in this world, he had purchased a skill from the system’s marketplace, "Bottomless Drinker" after browsing for some time in the system shop. His capacity for alcohol had skyrocketed, making him immune to intoxication.

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