Grabbing his phone, Miles left the house leaving Josephine alone squealing about what happened.
The sky was dark and the road lights stretched far across the estate asphalt road. Riding his bicycle, he enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing against his hair while letting his thoughts wander to Hannah.
"For her not to be home at this hour, risking even missing dinner; something must be wrong," Miles thought, his concern deepening. He pushed harder on the pedals, his legs burning and going numb as sweat streamed down his face.
After about twenty minutes, he finally arrived at his destination.
A bar situated close to the outskirts of Dominic City. Seemingly secluded with tough looking security personnel by the door. A golden sign was hung right above the entrance.
(Gold Circle Exclusive Bar .)
That said, luxurious and upper class cars could be seen parked orderly outside it. So when Miles pedaled his bicycle towards them, the security frowned slightly, thinking he was homeless or perhaps too dumb to read the sign that this wasnât some regular place.
But adhering to professionalism, the security guards exchanged glances the moment Miles dropped his bicycle and came towards them.
"Sorry kid, but this isnât some place you can just walk into." one of the security guards said as he stepped forward, barricading the entrance with his heavy-built physique."
"Hmm." Having expected this, Miles nodded and raised his phone to show the man.
"My family is a member, is this enough?"
When the security saw the QR code with a twenty minute timer beneath and Milesâ name, he stopped, squinted his eyes and stepped away.
" Sorry sir, youâre welcome."
Not thinking much of it, Miles nodded and stepped inside in a hurry.
âShe must be here.â
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The walls came alive, their dark surface catching and reflecting the carefully placed lighting that ran along the edges and ceiling. It spread in a seamless glow across the room, bathing the exclusive club bar in a rich neon-gold hue.
Above, black asymmetrical chandeliers hung low, casting a soft golden light that deepened the atmosphere.
At the center, the dance floor shimmered with a swirling galaxy display, a radiant gold circle at its heart, standing out like a flawless work of art.
A slow R&B accompanied the atmosphere.
But at this moment, the prized art of the Gold Circle Club seemed to have lost its allure to the rear view of the woman perched on the tall stool, with one elbow resting on the polished counter, clearly drunk yet seemed unwilling to stop. She was in great sorrow.
Many eyes were settled on her, with burning intensity within them like starved vultures carefully stalking one single prey.
While some held jealousy within them.
âSheâs on her tenth glass.â Most counted inwardly. Between the men here with their dates or partner, none was excluded in the game.
In their minds, tonight might be a lucky night for someone as long as they were patient enough.
Unfortunately, many had gone forward, unable to resist the temptation of such a gorgeous MILF, sitting like an appetizing meal, and lost in the game. All brutally ignored by the mature beauty despite being drunk.
The chances would be higher if she was drunk enough, and wasnât in her right senses.
They all shared the same thoughts.
Naturally, this figure that had stolen the attention of the bar, earning jealous curses from the women who had come with their partners, could only be Hannah. Hannah Sinclair.
After the threat that she would be dismissed from her duty if she didnât concede her values, Hannah had come to mourn the wickedness of men and the society. Driven by the sense of helplessness to what was happening, she kept on requesting for a refill.
Surrounded by the lecherous gaze of several men, with some probably having pulled off every fabric from her body in their imagination, she drowned her disgust and ignored those who dared approach.
Her phone was switched off and her children would be worried, but she couldnât bring herself to care right now.
âHow I wish someone would come to my rescue right now.â
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After walking past the entrance, it took him more than a few seconds walking through the corridor before finally reaching the grand exclusive space that was the bar.
The moment he stepped inside, and as a guy, he could sense the strange tension in the air.
Acting on his instinct, his gaze was drawn to the source of the tension.
Met with her back view, he let out a smile of understanding.
âI expected nothing less.â
Stepping forward, Miles walked towards Hannahâs figure. Her tight corporate outfit had perfectly outlined her thick curves and voluptuous assets.
Almost immediately, people began to notice him from the corners of their eyes as he closed the distance.
"Huh? Whoâs that kid?"
"Someone get that punk out of here."
"Hey kid, what are you doing?"
Low voices rose around him, mixed with irritated curses.
Miles bore no resemblance to Hannah so most of the men thought he was a daring youth who wanted to ruin their chances.
But upon noticing his casual outfit which didnât fit with the formal settings, some were thrown into confusion and chose to stay in their seats after forming the most unfortunate scenario.
âShit! Heâs gotta be her son, her husband should be on his way.â
Miles ignored the shout and whispers and kept walking.
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Resting her arm on the counter while trying to maintain her blurred vision, Hannah let out a small, involuntary burp.
She heard the whispers and low shouts.
"Kid?"
She briefly registered the voices, but couldnât bring herself to look at the person causing the commotion. Because a single movement and she would collapse into a spectacle for the men to glow at.
Somehow, she regretted coming here to drink.
But just as she was about to let out another burp, she heard approaching footsteps and an uncompromising presence hovering behind her before stepping to face her.
"Mom?" Miles said after a moment of staring at her drunken visage.
âMom?â Hannahâs heart shook and her eyes cleared for a moment, witnessing Milesâ handsome figure in a black shirt and shorts like he had just walked out of the bathroom. His face trickling with sweat, his chest heaving mildly.
A simple look at him gave off the fact that he had gone through a great ordeal to reach here.
Hannahâs heart shattered at the thought, she tried to sit up and reach her hand towards his face but almost fell off the stool instead. If not for Milesâ prompt reaction in placing his hand on her back as support holding her still.
Hannahâs heart almost leaped from her chest.
"Itâs okay Mom. Iâm hereâ"
Miles spoke reassuringly, cutting his words short as he heard approaching footsteps from behind him.
" Hey kiddo."
A belittling voice called out to him, causing Miles to frown and turn to the trouble makers.
There were two men, both in tuxedo suits, one was bald looking to be in his early thirties and the other was clearly younger, blond hair, probably 28.
Miles raised his brows as he met their gaze, showing no intent to entertain whatever they were up to.
"You think you can handle her? Weâve come to help you out." The bald man said, jabbing the blonde guy with his elbow and releasing a low laugh that clearly expressed their intentions.
" Yeah, two good Samaritans, innit?"
The blonde seconded, jeering.
The bar fell silent, the atmosphere tightening as everyone watched with quiet anticipation, waiting to see what would happen next.
"No, thank you, Iâm good." Miles said in a controlled tone, warning tone.
However, the two, shameless men didnât take him seriously.
"Câmon kid. We are just trying to help. Look, weâve got muscles, or are you dumb to realise your own limit?"
Sounding irritated, the bald man sneered and stepped to the other side wanting to grab Hannahâs hand and slip his arm around her hand.
"You dare?"
Miles activated Cold Blooded Heart without a second thought.
" Youâ" the man stuttered and almost lost his balance from the sudden fright, his bald scalp tinged in warning of the danger.
The blond hair almost froze in fright, then took an instinctive step back, not knowing why he felt afraid of Miles.
âWhen spread between more targets, the effect decreases .â
While thinking about his ability flaws, he shifted his gaze to the two idiots and coldly turned to face his drunk Stepmother.
âShe looks more arousing this way.â
Grabbing her handbag, he slid his arm inside.
The systemâs holographic screen popped up, showing the Taboo Shop interface.
[+1 Strength Card â400âx5â2000 Taboo Points]
[Strength: 22â27]
âHehehe.â
Before the eyes of the astounded onlookers watching, Miles slid Hannahâs arm across his shoulders. His army slipped behind her back and while his other hand hooked her legs. Effortlessly lifting her and walking out of the bar like nothing else mattered.
Watching the Miles departing back, both men nervously stood up feeling the fear leave their bodies.