The meeting location with the head of the Golden Era Consortium this time was a private entertainment club with high confidentiality.
The driver drove the car to the underground parking lot. Once the car was parked, Sophie Smith got out with a few accompanying actresses.
Eva Miller clung to her arm, chatting and laughing along the way. Sophie felt inexplicably cheerful and joined in the laughter.
Suddenly, her smile froze for a moment, and she came to a halt,
"Sophie, what's wrong?" Eva asked, puzzled, noticing her gaze fall on a black stretch Rolls-Royce not far away.
"Is there something strange about this car?" Eva asked, confused.
"Oh, no, nothing..." Sophie reined in her emotions, her fingers couldn't stop trembling. She looked at the license plate; this was clearly the car she encountered last night. She originally thought Irene Morton was in that car...
If tonight the head of Golden Era really was Asher Land...
