Chapter 1390

Meanwhile, Sherry’s car had just entered the busiest street of Glenchester. It was midnight, but the sleepless street remained lively and crowded. People in groups of three or five were strolling down the bar-filled street with neon lights shedding their lively brilliance on their tipsy faces. Instead of the howling of the chilly wind, music could be heard in the air. A while later, the car stopped in front of a nightclub, which looked grander and much quieter than other places. The nightclub was one of the oldest clubs in Glenchester. Before John became the richest man in the city, the nightclub had always been the liveliest and the most popular gathering spot for the rich. Now, it had declined into an old place with lame music, existing to only fill the void. “Ms. Fowler, we’re here,” the driver said. Sherry nodded and got out of the car. The owner of the club saw her and came out to welcome her with several of his employees. Sherry chatted with the owner before they