The woman with wine-red hair stepped forward, looking at Andrew with complete indifference. "My name is Liliana Peck, and I own this club! Originally, you wouldn't be qualified to know my name, nor would you be qualified to set foot on my territory!"

She continued, "But since Joe specifically asked for you to be brought in, I figured I'd at least be courteous enough to say it. And just so you know, if anything happens to you here, I don't care who comes knocking afterward. It won't matter."

Behind her stood several fashionably dressed girls. As with most children of the elite, they were flawlessly dressed, glowing with wealth and vanity. They were fair-skinned, trendy, every outfit designer-labeled and curated for envy.

One girl in a short skirt looked at Andrew with disdain. "Liliana, why are you even talking to him! He's just a clueless nobody. Once Mr. Driscoll gets here, he'll be on his knees crying before he even speaks."

Another girl, wearing a leather jacket and heavy sm