When the woman heard my words, she didn't lose her temper.
She smiled and said, "I might be able to help you."
I coldly replied, "I don't need it, and you wouldn't be much help anyway."
The woman reached into her bag and pulled out a business card, placing it in front of me.
"If you need anything, feel free to contact me," she said.
After dropping her card, she stood up and walked away.
I picked up the card and took a quick look, discovering the woman's name was Stella Lucas.
Apart from her name, there was nothing else written on it.
"How ridiculous." I lit a flame in my palm and burned the card to ash.
Right now, I wouldn't trust anyone easily, especially not some random stranger.
As the night wore on, well-dressed young guys started flooding into the bar, ready to kick off their nightlife.
I quietly sipped my drink, waiting in silence for my target to show up.
Time crawled by, and the bar got louder and louder.
