Late at night, music was blasting in a bar filled with neon lights.

Lust was looming in the air in a VIP room. After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the room was at its peak.

A man was sitting on the couch in the middle. He clearly didn't fit in with the surroundings.

He had a glass of whiskey in his hands. He had only drunk half of it. He was swirling the glass, letting the ice melt.

At this moment, the doors to the room opened.

One of the intoxicated men was immediately unhappy. "W-Who would be so rude to intrude on Cory's gathering?"

Even if the lights were dim and he couldn't see the man's face, Cory could immediately recognize Stephen's figure.

He finally had a gleam in his eyes. Stephen would only be here because he had already found out about something.

Cory said nothing, so the others didn't dare to move. They stood in the spot, watching as Stephen walked toward Cory. Stephen stopped right in front of the coffee table.

Stephen could finally have a good look a