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Caesar sat on a sofa in the main hall of the club, slowly sipping his wine and gathering information.

After a while, he spotted Colonel Hendry, with each of his arms wrapped around a girl. They were being led by a woman in a fur cape who, despite the revealing outfit more suited to this type of venue, exuded an aura of royalty. The woman led them to one of the private rooms with curtains.

In the main hall of the club, all the security guards instinctively stepped aside, not daring to block the woman's path. The club's regulars didn't try to approach her either. Though their gazes were filled with lust and a desire to conquer, there was also a palpable sense of fear.

Anyone familiar with the Hellfire Club knew that the woman was the legendary boss behind the scenes. The Hellfire Club's popularity among the elite and its success in both legal and illegal circles far exceeded that of an ordinary nightclub.

Of course, as the club's boss, the woman was no ordinary high-class escort.

As she lowered the curtain to the private room, the White Queen's eyes swept the bustling hall, pausing briefly on Caesar. Her brow furrowed slightly as she felt she had seen him somewhere before, but she quickly dismissed the thought and let the curtain fall.

**"This is getting more interesting," Caesar muttered, lowering his gaze as he leaned back comfortably on the sofa, tilting his head to finish the wine in his glass. He snapped his fingers at a passing waiter, "Another glass of brandy."

**Yes, sir," The waiter replied respectfully, taking the empty glass.

Just then, another young, alluring woman entered the main room of the club.

The girl had waist-length, dark golden hair, and even in a place filled with beautiful women, her appearance was top-notch. 

Her healthy, tanned body was striking, and she wore a black, revealing outfit like the other girls, though she looked slightly uncomfortable, her hands resting nervously on her stomach. Barefoot, she tiptoed gingerly across the red carpet.

Several middle-aged gentlemen in the hall noticed her, their expressions changing as they moved quickly toward her like wolves on the scent of blood.

At the Hellfire Club, customers had the right to choose their escorts, but women had no say; whoever booked her first claimed her.

**"Excuse me..."

The girl shrank back as the men approached, ready to make an excuse to refuse, but before she could react, someone suddenly stepped forward and wrapped an arm around her slender waist. She gasped in surprise as she was pulled into an embrace, treated as if she were someone's property.

**"Sorry, but this one's taken," Caesar said with a smile, holding the girl close as he took the fresh glass of wine.

The girl froze, her mind going blank, momentarily forgetting to resist.

The middle-aged gentlemen, who had been a step too late, glared at the young man who had boldly claimed the girl. Their previously gentlemanly faces stiffened in displeasure.

Caesar smiled and held the girl as he led her to the sofa, leaving the angry men behind.

**"You little brat!"

As an advanced Italian diplomat, Griff had never been treated with such disrespect and was about to confront Caesar, but his two companions held him back.

**"Let it go, Griff. Causing a scene here won't do you any good."**.

**"Yeah, show the Hellfire Club some respect. You can deal with him later when we're outside."**.

At his friend's urging, Griff glared, his face red with anger as he watched Caesar walk away. **"Fine, let him have his lucky day."

Caesar led the girl to a quiet corner, sat down on the sofa, and pulled her onto his lap. He offered her the wine glass, "Come, have a drink with me."

The girl, still somewhat dazed, obediently parted her lips and took a sip of the wine, her pale cheeks flushing with two rosy spots.

Caesar smiled as he swirled the glass, noting the lipstick mark on the rim before taking a sip himself. **"Not bad."

**"You... you..." 

The girl finally snapped out of it, realizing she had been teased by someone at least five years younger than her. She instinctively tried to pull away from Caesar, but he held her tighter, leaning in to whisper in her ear, **"You're not really one of the girls, are you?"

A wave of panic swept through the girl, but she stopped struggling, pretending to be confused as she asked quietly, **"What are you talking about?"

Caesar chuckled, gently holding her slender hand as he leaned closer to her ear and said, "There's a callus on your right index finger. It's subtle, but you can feel it, and it stands out against the rest of your smooth skin. That's from handling a gun regularly, isn't it?"

"I practice self-defense. Is that a problem?" The girl replied, still trying to keep her composure.

Caesar blinked playfully. "Not at all. But as a girl in your line of work, your body is awfully clean. If you lack experience, I can teach you tonight."

"You little rascal..." 

Though she was much older than him, the girl found herself repeatedly flustered by his teasing. She quickly realized that the young man before her was no novice. Still, she showed no signs of panic. Since he had recognized that she wasn't an escort and even helped her out, it meant that he didn't mean her any harm.

"My name is Caesar. And yours?" Caesar asked, still holding her close as he sipped his wine.

"Moira. And at my age, you should call me 'Miss Moria.'"

Moira tilted her head up in annoyance and looked at Caesar with displeasure. But being so close, she finally got a good look at his face. Their noses almost touched and she jerked away as if shocked.

Before she could move more than a few centimeters, Caesar pulled her back into his arms. "Careful. The security here is watching us."

"Damn it, I'll let this slide!" 

Moira gritted her teeth. If the people at the CIA training center knew that the agent who had taken down countless male operatives was now lying in the arms of a young man like a docile kitten, it would cause quite a stir.

"Good girl, that's better." 

Caesar smiled faintly. "Now that we know each other, why don't you tell me your background and your purpose here?"

"Absolutely not."

Moira refused the request without hesitation, then hesitated for a moment before adding, "Unless... you could distract the security in the hall... But no, you probably can't do that."

"Consider it done."

To Moira's surprise, Caesar suddenly released her and stood up from the sofa, leaving her feeling strangely disappointed. Before she could process what was happening, she saw Caesar walking straight toward Griff and his two companions who were still in the hall.

"What's he up to?" Moira was stunned.

Griff and his friends were drinking and chatting, looking for new girls to entertain them, when Caesar approached. Before Griff could react, Caesar suddenly slapped him hard across the face.

*Smack!*

The loud slap echoed through the main hall of the Hellfire Club, causing all the patrons to cover their mouths in shock and drawing the attention of the security guards.

"What... What are you doing?!" Griff yelled, clutching his now swollen left cheek, his face turning bright red with anger.

"Nothing much. I remember you gave me a look earlier that I didn't like, so I slapped you to blow off some steam," Caesar replied calmly, pulling out a white handkerchief to wipe his hand.

Griff's eyes blazed with fury as he shouted, "Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me? Do you know who I am?!"

"No, no, it's not just you," Caesar said, tossing the handkerchief aside. "I'm saying you and your two friends here are trash, and your very presence is an eyesore. So kindly disappear from my sight immediately!"

As soon as Caesar uttered those brazen words, the entire Hellfire Club hall erupted in shock.

(End of Chapter)

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