In the evening, Dustin was focused on drug research at the Peaceful Medical Centre when a silver Bentley rolled to a stop at the entrance. The door opened, and Natasha, dressed in a bodycon silver dress, strutted out, her hips swaying alluringly as she walked. "Dear, I'm here …" She entered the medical center with a sweet smile and took Dustin by his arm. "Let's go! I'll bring you out to have a nice dinner tonight!"

"A nice dinner? Where to?" He was curious, but she dragged him into her car without further explanation.

"You'll know when we're there."

The car cruised at a steady speed down the streets. Forty minutes later, it parked in front of the entrance of a high-end recreational club. "Ms. Harmon, you're here! Please come with me," one of the ushers led the way as the other ushers lined up and bowed to the guests.

They shuffled up to the restaurant on the second floor and made their way to a spacious private lounge, where a couple of young men and women had congregated. The