Chapter 102

When they finally arrived at the so-called party spot, Delia realized it wasn't just some regular get-together-it was a luxury business club, the top-tier kind! They were escorted right into the elevator, and when they reached the floor, Delia instinctively tried to push Curtis's wheelchair, but the man flat-out refused. He insisted on doing it himself, which left her a little bummed. Curtis had sent Noah in first. Delia stood obediently outside, not sure what the game plan was. As Noah opened the door, Delia and Curtis hid just off to the side, listening in. When Noah let out a gut-wrenching scream from inside, Delia almost winced for him. That scream was no joke-it echoed. "Babe~" Delia leaned down, whispering, "Do you guys seriously do this to Noah every single year?" Curtis smirked slightly, "Pretty much." Delia was thinking of asking more when suddenly a group barged out of the room, their eyes all locking on her like lasers. She blinked, confused, and before she could say anythin