57. One Month Longer

"Mr Lewis." A parking attendant greeted the jet black-eyed man in the basement. There was a special parking space reserved for Lewis on the premises and it could not be contested, even by famous artists or officials. Lewis just glanced at him and continued on his way to the room on the top floor of the nightclub.

All the way to his room, everyone who saw him bowed respectfully. The women smiled passionately, while the men looked reluctantly. Lewis was silent and rarely spoke. But once he spoke, there must be a big problem going on.

"Sir." A butler delivered a drink of red wine to Lewis's room as soon as Lewis arrived.

"Hmm." The answer. The maid who already knew her character, just bowed respectfully and walked backwards and left the room filled with an eerie aura. No one likes to linger in the room because Lewis is a symbol of doom and monster.

"Master called me?" A man who was older than Lewis entered after knocking on his door. He was the manager of the nightclub Lewis ran.