Vanya's POV
"Sure, where are we going?"
I changed my mind, intending to find out what she wanted after going to such lengths to meet me.
"I'll take you there." Beata warmly took my hand, acting overly familiar.
In this graduate class, everyone came from high society, and interpersonal relationships were complicated.
Since joining this class, I quietly investigated everyone, and others must also probe into each other's backgrounds.
Beata led me to a car, and we soon arrived at a nightclub nearby.
She took me out of the car, and upon entering the nightclub, I found that someone had already booked a private room.
Compared to the noisy environment outside, the private room was slightly quieter.
As soon as the door to the room opened, I saw Wilmot sitting on the sofa.
Dressed in punk
