The door of the private room opened.
There were men and women inside. The lights were flashing, and all of them were dancing. She couldn't tell who they were.
Fortunately, there was no such thing as what Lucia had imagined.
The waiter said respectfully, "Ms. Balstone, Mr. Alonso is inside."
"Thank you." Lucia nodded slightly.
She pursed her lips and walked in.
Inside.
She didn't have to look for him at all. She saw Alonso sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed and holding a wine glass in his hand.
There was a smile on his face with interest.
At this moment, he had already seen her.
But he didn't take the initiative to greet her.
Lucia couldn't stand the music, screams, and cheers inside.
She felt that it would be difficult for her to adapt to this e
