A man dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and white shorts, accompanied by beach slippers stepped in.

Not as bulky as the guards who followed behind him but undoubtedly his lean and tall body wasn't overshadowed by them. His long uncombed dark-brown hair moved in every direction until he pushed them off his face, revealing a quite annoyed look over his face, the unkempt beard that was growing out like small thrones gave his sharp features a rough look, hiding chiseled features underneath and giving his attractive face a vague illusion. The gaze when he raised, showed the golden tint in his amber orbs that were giving life to his piercing eyes. The way he was dressed made it quite easy to overlook his distinguished features contrasting his honey shaded skin and just dismiss him with the thought of some unruly person with no sense of suitable dressing. In a place where more than faces people focus on the brand of the tiniest thing, he appeared wearing a shirt bought from a vendor on the street.

If only they could look past their prejudice, then their consciousness may raise questions that in a club where people spend thousands to get entry how could a person wearing slippers was roaming so freely. Only if they have time to look a little close, maybe they could unravel the truth they didn't intend to, the truth that all long was in front of the worlds' eyes yet they were still struggling to find. If only they could spend their time observing a person wearing a shirt bought from a vendor, instead of someone in front of their eyes shining in the latest fancy trends.

"Why the fuck your security was stopping me to enter in m-"

The words that he uttered got swallowed, as his eyes raised toward the figure of the girl standing steps away from the man he addressed. His face changed to bewilderment, as he looked between the back of the girl and the man with dark eyes staring gravely at him. Again, he spoke, eyes darting between the two in front of him while changing his words to the full of inquiry and uncertainty at his own self, "Aris, I'm seeing a girl in a black dress, here in this room, can you see her too?"

No one answered his query, he saw the girl shaking her head lightly, whom he named as a fragment of his imagination, and not once she turned to look at the intruder.

"Fuck," Not getting the meaning behind the dark eyes that were going colder by every passing second, the man in Hawaiian shirt continued his speculations with a realization dawned face, and finally halted on an unbelievable grimace, "Is she your da-"

"Take him out."

Before he could finish, Aris Salvadge interrupted him and gestured the guards standing behind him to take the man outside but froze on the spot the moment their hands reached near the Hawaiian shirt man, the gaze he gave them was enough for them to take their place outside the room. But they didn't dare to move away and waited for the next words from the man they work for, who, with a hint of suppressed helplessness, dismissed them with a subtle wave of his hand.

"I was curious why you left the west party, Nial was waiting for you there. If only you could have told us, we wouldn't have interfered in your date," Putting an extra effort on the last words, the Hawaiian shirt man in a pretended sour tone mused, followed by a roguish smile.

Aris Salvadge responded to the man, despite his neutral tone the words he accentuated were harsh, "Three seconds to fuck off."

"Ah," The Hawaiian shirt man dramatically gripped his heart, his face making utterly bogus hurt expressions but seeing that as usual, the man did not react to it, soon a teasing smile replaced it, "How could I? I have to meet her," His finger dauntlessly pointed toward the girl behind Aris Salvadge.

And with that, overlooking the dark presence accompanied with a stoic expression and menacing eyes, the Hawaiian shirt man's steps unfalteringly headed toward the petite figure, who was swirling wine glass in her one had to ease the boredom. She was gazing out of the glass window, the vague reflection of her's in it, showed her light brown eyes gleaming in multiple lights, an enigmatic smile gracing her lips. In one glance she appeared distant from anything happening around her like nothing could touch her and the quiet-tranquillity in her stance.

When the steps halted right behind her, Allea knew, because of how loud his slippers were squeaking. But he didn't stop there, unhesitantly his hand raised to tap her on the shoulder. Feeling his touch to gain her attention, with a side-way glance over her shoulder, Allea gradually turned to face the Hawaiian shirt man.

When she raised her eyes, they first went toward Aris Salvadge, his face was emotionless but one could guess from his unrelaxed demeanor how much he disliked the interruption, Allea held his gaze which was boring in her. Not after a second, she moved her eyes toward the man in front of her, without looking him from head to toe in his strange attire, her gaze directly met his amber ones, making her image shine in their golden tint.

The moment he saw the girl, his smiling face turned blank, which looked utterly opposite to when he was making expressions —unfriendly & astute. But in the next moment, a wicked smirk played on his face while turning side-ways to look toward Airs Salvadge, with a raised brow he stated, and with a slight twirl he faced Allea, "I know you."

"Of course you do."

Hearing the girl's instant reply, his grin stretched, "Allea Ciarve, but you prefer Miss Ciarve, isn't it?"

Allea was neither smiling nor had an utter bank face, hints of amusement could be seen on her face as she gave a sparse nod.

"Well, you must be wondering who I'm?" He pointed out his speculation while pointing at himself, without waiting for any response from Allea, he confidently proceeded, "As you can see, I'm Aris's driver."

A driver whom security couldn't touch, someone who resumed to listen to his claimed boss also including the fact who that boss is —he was utterly obvious about his lie.

Hearing the Hawaiian shirt man's words, Allea subtly smiled and with a face of-fully-agreeing-with-him, with an intent to play along she enunciated, "Obviously," pointing her glass toward his attire, "I can see."

"So, Miss Ciarve, were you two having a date?" He asked playfully, with casualness and without the care of the identity of the person in front of him, not even minding the fact he just met her and introduced himself as the driver.

Allea didn't have much of a reaction, "For a driver, you sure are way inquisitive."

"Well, I'm also Aris's friend."

At the mention of the name, for a split second Allea's eyes raised toward the silent man standing at the side, whose ever-so vigilant curious eyes, like finding something, didn't move from Allea. The girl the world has heard about, hardly spare her words to even the esteemed men, much less to an unfettered invasive driver. Maybe that's why the dark-eyed man refrained to speak from interrupting the ongoing conversation unlike some Hawaiin shirt man, although, the restrain in his demeanor was visible.

"Mr. Salvadge sure has a quite peculiar taste in friends."

"Ah," He repeated his dramatic action of clutching the heart and proceeded with a hurt tone, "You think because of me being a driver, I don't deserve to be this mighty man's friends?"

"I don't care whom Mr. Salvadge befriends, as long they know their limits."

As if taking Allea's words as a joke, the Hawaiian shirt man chuckled, and with a clear smug tone, stated, "Am I crossing my line, Allea?"

The said name was done in an apparent provocative tone.

Her impassive mask didn't falter even after hearing her name, "That you know better than me, Mr..."

Allea left her words unfinished, waiting for him t complete by interjecting his name.

"Liam Davis."

As his confident words halted, sudden amusement flashed through Allea's face, and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her lips. The hand that was lightly circling the wine glass placed on the counter, paused and brought near her face to diminish her laugh as a cough but soon gave up and gave a good mocking-laugh with words like such-bullshit written all over her face.

Her laughter which was full of ridiculousness, startling both men in the room, one who just introduced himself lost all his playful expressions and stared at the girl, trying to find the meaning behind her action. The other one, who stood a few steps away from them, his black eyes which were raging in flames cooled down as they stared at the girl. His questioning gaze narrowed a little, and like he realized something, his face twitched a little. Putting his hands in his pants pockets his stance turned a little relaxed and his lips too curled in an infinitesimal curve as he anticipatingly waited for her to speak.

When Allea calmed her breathing, she uttered, "Right..." Unnecessarily dragging the words she proceeded to slowly saying the introduced name, "Mr. Davis."

"Wait," The Hawaiian shirt man, who introduced himself as Liam Davis, muttered the word. His face molding into a grave expression, his eyes turned chilling the more he stared at Allea's obscure smirk. His jaw clenched and the whole face molded into deadly seriousness. His whole demeanor turned utterly opposite to his prior self, his voice too turned staid when instead of asking he asserted, "You know who I'm."

"Well, certainly," Allea casually shrugged and with ostensible aloofness repeated his words, "You just introduced yourself, you're Mr. Salvadge's driver, Liam Davis."

As if the man didn't hear her words, his tall body turned stiff and he took one step closer, with intimidation clear in his posture, he demanded, "How do you know who I'm?"

Allea had no effect of the iniquitous aura the man emitted, tilting her head, she beamed at him one of her enchanting pretentious smiles and cooly spoke, merely returning his provocation, "Isn't it funny, a man who claims to know everyone, everything, so agitate when someone else knows about him too?"

Neither anyone answered her words, nor she gave them time. Under the watchful two pairs of eyes, she gazed over her shoulder to look toward the window and with a smile moved toward the man while pointing her finger toward the world lost in the rhythm of the night, "A nice club you got there, Mr. Davis or should I say..." giving her words a proper dramatic pause, she completed, "Mr. Ahlstrom."

"...How."

Was the only word he uttered, his eyes gleaming in the suppressed rage and fists clenched, he knew even if he denied it, the girl in front of him was sure of her words. He was the man, no one knew about, many may have heard his name, but no one could dare to throw it on any person they just met. He could see the recognition shining in her eyes, the surety of his identification. Not a single record of his face exists anywhere, even if she knew the name, how could she know it was his.

"How you ask, well, you told me yourself."

Despite what she uttered was the truth, without even considering her aloofly spoken words, the man declared them a blatant lie.

Allea closed the distance between them further and stepped right in front of him, just like how he without any vacillation touched her shoulder, she too held his left hand. Her slender fingers wrapped around his wrist, the hand which was clutched in a fist unconsciously relaxed under the unexpected cold touch. Her eyes not once left the raging amber ones, as she held his hand between them, in front of his eyes shined the silver ring on his little finger.

The ring, on which both ends meet by a sharp-curved little knife, keeping in the finest detail, reflected in amber eyes. While in Allea's light-brown eyes, the finely carved letters of his surname gleamed. The ring might have been overlooked by many, partially because of its simplicity. But the similar little knife being the emblematic sign of Ahlstrom Trading and Industrial Empire and the same name carved on it were enough to make one question the identity of the Hawaiian shirt man, accompanied by the suspicious lies he utter.

Leaving his hands, Allea shrugged innocently and holding the same smug tone proceeded without any care, "And clearly, Z'nA wouldn't allow a driver like yourself to enter unless it's..." staring straight at his enraged-eyes, she revealed, "Zyair Ahlstrom."

Allea implied by deliberately mentioning his and the clubs' name together: if someone can know about his identity, then finding his connections to the club isn't onerous. His expressions deteriorated with each word Allea said, nonetheless, she wasn't bothered whether they believe her guessed-speculations. At first, she gave them the truth, and then the lies, she left it up to them, whichever they want to believe they can take it.

Saying his name, Allea ignored the somberness that descended his face and with a reckless cheeky smile pointed toward him, behaving the same way he did mere seconds ago, "Let me guess, you prefer Liam Davis, isn't it?"

She's clearly ridiculing the man, putting her hand right in front of the growling wolf.

Those eyes would have been enough to frighten someone to death, his amber eyes lost their shine and all that left was a chilling sensation they could make others feel. All the leisure attitude left his body, he stood tall and stiff despite his easy attire. In the next second, he closed every inch of distance and towered over Allea, his hand reached toward her, one could feel the silent yell of menace surrounding him, ready to pierce the one he was approaching.

Allea stood resolutely, no intentions of stepping back and ready to return his intentions, but before he could reach her, his collars were yanked back with so much strength that his shirt tore, yet he hardly budged. Leaving the torn collar, a hand wrapped around his arm and yanked him away from Allea's presence. Allea eyes moved away from the amber ones and raised toward darker ones, Aris Salvadge stood behind the Hawaiian shirt man, his hand strongly wrapped around his arm, though his face appeared indifferent but she could notice the slight waver in his eyes and expressions.

The man who until now was so lost in the bubble of his condescension that no one can know about him unless he tells them himself, so ironic, was struck by the words of the girl and lost his composure. And before he could collect himself, he was being forced out of the double door.

During the whole ordeal, his amber eyes, which were now descended into the earnestness, didn't leave the sight of the girl standing resolutely.