Half an hour later, an SUV pulled up outside Russo Lounge. Dustin and Grace, adeptly disguised, emerged confidently. They were indifferent to the risk of their covers being blown.
Russo Lounge, boasting a substantial size, had a line forming outside.
Fortunately, Dustin and Grace navigated smoothly with the assistance of the undercover agents. They gained entrance without a hitch.
Inside, the ambiance was raucous. It was illuminated by dazzling lights. A crowd of people danced enthusiastically to the music, unleashing their fervor. Dustin’s expression soured. He wasn’t one to relish in such a raucous setting.
“Why? Is the bar scene not your usual haunt?”
Grace teased.
“I can only say that this place isn’t my preference,” Dustin replied.
He’d prefer the serenity of home with a good book over the ordeal of such a locale.
“You should give it a shot sometime. Look at how joyously they dance,” she suggested with a smile.
“The vibrant nightlife is but a fleeting spectacle. If everyone indulges in it, the nation won’t prosper,” he remarked casually.
“You’re quite the killjoy. The people in West Lucozia are presently enjoying peace and prosperity. Isn’t that a positive development?” Grace countered.
“Peace and prosperity are indeed commendable, but we mustn’t forget where we come from. The current success of West Lucozia is thanks to the sacrifices of our ancestors.”
“If even descendants of heroes like Lucas are being mistreated without any justice, we need to address the underlying issues. After achieving success, too many challenges emerge,” Dustin asserted with a serious demeanor.
Amidst their conversation, the undercover agent beside them discreetly pointed to a spot on the second floor.
“Look, that’s Russo!”
Dustin followed the indication. He spotted a flamboyantly styled young man with earrings seated in a booth on the second floor.
Russo sported a slicked-back hairstyle and an earring. He was joyfully indulging in drinks with a vibrant group of friends. Two attractive women accompanied each person. Amidst the revelry, there were playful interactions.
It added to the lively and enjoyable atmosphere.
“You stay at the entrance. If anything unusual happens, inform us immediately,” Dustin instructed the undercover agent.
With that, Dustin led Grace toward the second floor. However, they were intercepted at the staircase by two muscular bodyguards.
“Upstairs is a private area. Outsiders aren’t allowed,” one of the bodyguards declared.
“I’m here to see Russo. There’s something we need to discuss,” Dustin calmly stated.
“You know Mr. Vern?”
The bodyguard scrutinized him suspiciously.
“What’s it to you?”
Dustin coldly scanned them. His haughty demeanor managed to unnerve the two bodyguards. After all, those who associated with Russo were either affluent heirs or influential personalities.
The fact that Dustin casually addressed Russo by name hinted at his non- ordinary status.
“Wait a moment. I’ll inform Mr. Vern.”
One of the bodyguards ascended and relayed a message to Russo before gesturing toward Dustin. Russo glanced at Dustin. His gaze lingered on Grace’s alluring figure.
Despite the disguise, Grace, who topped the Beauty Ranking list, still possessed significant magnetism for men.
“Let them come up.”
Russo nodded.
Numerous individuals came to pay their respects to him each day. From Russo’s perspective, Dustin and Grace appeared to be seeking favor. While he typically had no interest in such encounters, the woman, in particular, had a certain uniqueness. She radiated an enticing charm.
“Mr. Vern invites you both to come upstairs.”
The bodyguard returned, extending an invitation gesture.
