Chapter 657 Who Remembers Her

In a lavish, dimly lit entertainment club, Pearlpoint's most infamous rich kids lounged lazily, their bodies sprawled across plush furniture. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and stale whiskey. They sat like ghosts, drained of life, faces hollow and distant. A young man leaned back on the couch with his legs thrown carelessly over the coffee table. He took a slow puff from his cigar.