I saw a black Maybach pulling up at the entrance. A tall and well-built figure appeared. He was charming in his black trousers and black shirt with two undone buttons. The man had meticulously groomed jet-black hair and wore sunglasses.

He drew the crowd’s attention when he removed his sunglasses. Soon after, he opened the car door and assisted an elegantly dressed woman. Her attire seemed exaggerated, with sunglasses, a scarf, and a mask.

However, the figure was alluring, and I knew she wasn’t Stella. She gracefully exited the car and wrapped her arm around the man’s arm. She appeared delicate and charming.

I recognized Atlas but not the woman. My heart ached, and I realized why he sounded so impatient earlier. It seemed he didn’t want me to waste time worrying about his whereabouts because he was busy pampering and accompanying that woman.

Although Atlas sounded irritated earlier, he was now smiling. I stared at him and the woman in a daze as they strolled into the clubhouse.

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