The Imperial Grand Karaoke Club was the most famous money pit in Brightsea City, situated right off a busy commercial street in the Nanyang District.
Anyone coming to the Imperial Grand Karaoke Club to spend money was definitely not short on cash—most of the time, it was companies using the place for business entertainment.
Right now, in private room 201 on the second floor of the Imperial Grand Karaoke Club, a crowd of young men and women were gathered.
In one corner, three girls sat together. Each had her own unique looks and outstanding presence, drawing the attention of nearly all the boys in the room.
Lynn Chen, dressed in shorts and black stockings, was among them.
Normally, a pretty girl like Lynn Chen would be the center of attention wherever she went, but with two other beauties of the same caliber beside her, she wasn’t the most eye-catching one tonight.
They were all close friends from Lynn Chen’s social circle.
The girl sitting to Lynn’s left wore a black cropped shirt that showed off her well-developed curves. She took a sip of juice, then looked at another girl and asked, “Yolanda Fang, how’s it going with Ethan Yi?”
Yolanda Fang had heavy smoky makeup, shoulder-length chestnut hair, and bold lipstick. Her figure was beyond just ‘hot’—she wore a very short skirt, and it seemed like with the slightest movement, she’d be showing off everything.
Some of the guys singing nearby kept sneaking glances over, their eyes lingering on Yolanda’s fair thighs and her perky curves.
Yolanda picked up a glass of red wine, took a sip, and rolled her eyes: “Same old, same old. Damn, last week I even brought him home—almost got him in bed, but out of nowhere he said he had a soccer game and left me lying there alone.”
Yolanda looked seriously annoyed as she said this.
“No wonder you went after Ethan Yi, Yolanda. Back then you even gave up going to No. 1 High for him, and now the three of us hardly get to meet up anymore.”
Sisi Shao reached out and playfully squeezed Yolanda’s chest. “But it looks like our Miss Fang’s little bunnies have gotten even bigger!”
Yolanda rolled her eyes again. “Seriously, Sisi, you and Lynn just go for whoever you like—come on, you’re both school belles at No. 1 High, with tons of guys chasing after you. How come none of them catch your eye? You should learn from me.”
“Give me a break, Yolanda. I couldn’t be like you. If I did what you do, my mom would nag me to death when I got home.”
Lynn Chen squinted her eyes and joked, “My mom even gives me a lecture just for painting my nails.”
“By the way, I heard Ethan Yi might actually like Rachel Liu. Is that true?”
Sisi Shao tilted her head, asking Yolanda for confirmation: “I think I heard that back in middle school. But Ethan Yi is obsessed with soccer—why would he like Rachel Liu?”
Bang.