Chapter 270 It Doesn't Matter

• Edmond stood in stunned silence as he took in the room around him, bathed in the vibrant, pulsating neon lights of red and green, reminiscent of a lively nightclub.
• "Mr. Dean, did you bring me here just to join your party?" he asked, his confusion palpable as he surveyed the extravagant scene.
• Finley's gaze was as icy as a winter's night, sharp and unyielding. "You wish. Sit over there and wait for Sam to work her magic on you."