The sound of footsteps behind Nuit Lofyteler grew closer and closer. She quickly hopped over the railings and slipped into the nearest private room. As she closed the door, her eyes locked with the gaze of a man in a wheelchair.
But this man was in danger. A well-dressed socialite brandished a syringe, ready to harm the handsome man in the wheelchair. He was the most attractive man Nuit had ever laid eyes on, reminiscent of a young Brad Pitt. Even in this critical moment, Nuit couldn't help but steal another glance at him.
Nuit smirked, wondering if she had stumbled upon a crime scene in progress.
The woman noticed Nuit and decided to deal with her before proceeding with her plan. She charged towards Nuit, delivering swift and deadly blows.
With effortless grace, Nuit skillfully countered the woman's attack. Within moments, she managed to disarm the woman and tie her up using the man's belt, even gagging her with a napkin. Nuit's movements were precise and agile.
"Hey, thanks for the belt," Nuit said, turning around. She was about to check on the unfortunate man when she was met with his angry gaze.
His piercing green eyes felt like a cold, moonlit night, as if they could see right through Nuit. But she had seen it all and was not intimidated. To her, this man was like an angry Husky.
"How intriguing! Not only is he handsome, but he must have more secrets," Nuit pondered.
Making a snap judgment, Nuit smiled and said, "I just saved you. You should return the favor by giving me ten minutes."
Without waiting for a response, she walked confidently into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She removed her wig, revealing her exquisite face.
Tristian Peterffy retracted his gaze and straightened his pants with his slender, well-defined fingers. He cast a sarcastic look at the woman who had attempted to harm him. Now, she lay tied up on the ground, panic etched on her face.
Tristian's nemesis was a cunning individual, always ready with tricks up his sleeve. Not only had he arranged for a blind date to assassinate Tristian, but he had also concocted an old-fashioned damsel in distress scenario. Tristian was curious to see what other tricks his nemesis had in store.
As the bathroom door opened gently, a tall, red-haired beauty with a red mole at the corner of her eye stepped out.
Tristian sneered, thinking, "A honey trap, is it?"
"Is that all you've got?" Tristian's eyes held a hint of disdain, as if he expected more from her. "This is a rather feeble attempt at seduction."
Nuit felt annoyed by the look in his eyes.
"I just saved him. Why is he still so suspicious of me?" Nuit wondered.
Her annoyance turned into a contemptuous laugh. She took a few steps forward, reaching out to grab Tristian's chest. Her warm breath brushed against his face and lips as she moved her red lips along his Adam's apple, jawline, the tip of his nose, and eyelashes. Finally, she blew into his ear.
"Do you see this? This is seduction. And it seems you've fallen for this feeble seduction method!" Nuit chuckled, sounding cunning and triumphant.
Just as Tristan felt his ears growing warm, a regular knocking on the door interrupted their silent battle. Nuit's smile remained on her face as she heard the sound. If this man hadn't been in a wheelchair, she imagined he would have strangled her by now.
She knew she had to leave as soon as possible.
Nuit swiftly pulled out a 100-dollar bill from her wallet and placed it on the table in front of Tristian. She blinked mischievously and said, "Don't be mad. Treat yourself to a Double Charburger from the Habit Burger Grill. I'd recommend extra pickles. Consider the extra money as a tip, and let's never cross paths again."
