Chapter 65 Meeting With Sinful

• The lively rhythm of the club's music resounded through the air as Frederick leaned in towards the man sitting beside him, his voice barely audible over the deafening beat.
• "How was the investigation? Any response yet?" he asked, his eyes briefly flicking towards his companion before settling back on the mesmerising dancer on stage, twirling seductively around the pole at the centre of the stage. He took a slow sip of his wine, fingers toying with the stem of the glass as he continued following the dancer’s every movement.
• “I’m afraid we found nothing. I already told you it was an impossible task without a name or any mode of identification.” Devon, his companion, and one of his few friends replied casually with a grin while he played with the woman on his arm.