Winner Takes All
Chapter 431 Jeweline Hunter

When light retreated, darkness descended.

The bar was a place where people from all walks of life gathered; the good, the bad and the ugly.

There were the extravagant elites, as well as the frustrated, thrill-seeking lower class.

At a place like this, it was an extraordinarily easy task to sniff out the Jeweline Group.

It was so easy that it probably only required a glass of cocktail.

The Twilight Bar.

It was the biggest bar in this city, here heavy metal music boomed so loudly that it was almost deafening.

Colourful light beams swept rhythmically with the music, spread across the dancing floor.

The bobbing disco crowd, in the cover of the dark shadows, danced and pranced without a care in the world.

A pungent odour of alcohol lingered in the air.

Clang!

Suddenly, someone rang the bell. The crisp ringing of the bell resounded across the dancing floor.

On the dancing stage, the DJ announced excitedly, "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Hunter is picking up the tabs tonight!"

Boom!

In an instant, as the music was turned up louder, the party crowd roared with jubilant cheers.

Somewhere in the dark, there was the most exclusive private loge.

In the room, a young man of approximately twenty years old, whose looks revealed a hint of immaturity, was leaning lazily on the sofa.

The smart suit he was wearing complemented the extraordinary aura in him.

And through his handsome and fair face, he exuded a certain bad boy charm.

It was just that his smiles betrayed a tinge of loneliness and boredom.

Next to him, there were several graceful and sexy ladies wearing heavy and colourful makeup. The scene resembled that of a dragon being surrounded by several phoenixes, which were fluttering around merrily.

"Mr Hunter, allow me to propose a toast to you."

A beautiful lady leaned forward, purposefully showing off her voluptuous curves; she smiled seductively, her red lips let out a whiff of alcohol.

Wham!

The young man who called Mr Hunter drew out a wad of banknotes and slapped them on her chest.

With a cold expression, even somewhat arrogant, he demanded while pointing to the bottles of wines and liquor on the table, "You enjoy drinking, then finish that up."

In an instant.

The entire private loge fell silent.

Several of the other girls completely froze in silence.

And the girl being hit by the wad of banknotes had colours drained out of her face, she was stunned stiff.

"Now drink!"

Mr Hunter drew another stack of banknotes and smacked them right over her cleavage again, "One glass, ten thousand; the more you drink, the more I pay! You love to drink; I love watching you drink!” As he spoke, stack after stack of cash was smashed on her bare chest.

An arrogant bully.

In a blink of an eye, the wads of red notes fell loose in front of the girl.

"This... this must be about a hundred thousand already." After a quick thought flashed in her mind, the girl mumbled to herself in bewilderment.

Jolted out of her stupor, she considered the loose red notes on the carpet, bit her tongue, turned around and grabbed the glasses from the table and started to drink.

Mr Hunter sneered, drew out an even thicker bundle of banknotes and slammed directly on the table.

"And why aren't you drinking?"

A few other girls finally comprehended his meaning, so they started dashing together, like thirsty animals, towards the liquor on the table.

And all the while, Mr Hunter was just watching coldly, an evil grin hanging over the corner of his mouth.

This scene was noticed by many people at the bar.

It was impossible to be unaware of it because it was clear to everyone, this must be the man who was going to pay everyone's bill at the bar just now. Even then, many people threw envious glances towards the rich chap.

Being rich... does it really equate to have your way with everything?

All the while at another private loge, Jack Hughes was silently watching the entire scene. He shook his head and criticized, "How crude!" "Young master, you don't understand, this is very common."

Mr. Ward was swaying lightly with the music. He usually appeared so frail and weak; and now, miraculously, he was bursting with vitality. Brent was observing on the side with a confused look on his face. Initially, he wanted to stop Mr. Ward.

However, Mr. Ward was completely unaware, he seemed to be really high.

Jack rubbed his nose, feeling helpless.

Mr. Ward's status in his mind just took a nosedive too.

"Brent, please go and investigate."

Jack ignored Mr. Ward's antics, so he asked Brent to socialize and scout around the bar.

"Mr. Hughes, I am attached to Ms. Hill now." Brent hesitated.

Jack was surprised. The next moment, Mr. Ward swayed even harder and strutted towards the dancing floor.

Jack was stunned speechless.

Brent could not find the words as well.

"Hi handsome, would you like to have company?"

A few girls in thick makeup swayed into their loge.

Jack shook his head, "I'm afraid you're going to steal my drinks."

At this unexpected rejection, the girls recovered from their surprise very quickly and trampled away, grumbling.

"Gosh, it's the first time to see such a stingy guy. Does he really think people come to a bar to drink?"

"My goodness, such a stooge, why doesn't he go to a cheap food stall? Why come to such a high-class bar?" "The pauper is trying to play the prince!"

Jack was oblivious to their ill comments, how could he possibly allow himself to be surrounded by these girls? Ten minutes later.

Quietly sipping their drinks, Jack and Brent suddenly stopped. Putting down their drinks at the same time, both of them were carrying an odd expression. Mr. Ward returned to their loge, hugging one girl on each side.

Jack observed the two girls, and made a mental calculation of the age difference, they probably could call him "Grandpapa Ward".

This damned thing called "love" was going to be the source of the next lead.

That was because one of the two girls returning with Mr. Ward was the one who was paid to drink earlier on.

Once she was seated, it was clear she was very drunk. Her body was limp on the sofa, her eyes could not focus and her cheeks were glowing red.

"Is it really worth drinking that much just for that bit of money?"

Jack watched the girl with much curiosity.

During his appointment as vice president at the DT real estate agency, there were numerous business dealings, for which he had to entertain his clients at bars and KTV. And no matter what, he always stuck to his principles, he never had any contacts with those entertainment girls.

"Haha, you don't know, money is a good thing."

The girl laughed, waving her hand, her eyes brimming with tears, "I had a hard life since I was young. My mum left us, papa was sick and bedridden, I had to support my younger brother's education at the college. I'm out here to survive, I will do anything for money."

She began to sob as she was telling her story.

Upon Jack's caring inquiry, it was as if the floodgates were opened, she poured out her emotions to Jack, her new confidante.

However, Mr. Ward and Brent observed this exchange from the side, both had the same reaction but hesitated to speak their minds.

"Oh gosh, Are you still using such an old sob story?"

Jack looked at the girl in front of him, he suddenly gave out a laugh, feeling an odd pinch of irony.

He was no longer interested in listening to her sob story, he took out a card and left it on the table.

Despite the flowing tears, the girl could not hide the glint coming out of the corner of her eyes, they were directed towards the card on the table.

Jack offered calmly, "I don't need you to drink, I just want some answers. Any information regarding Jeweline Group. As long as I'm satisfied with your answers, you name the price, I'll transfer to you on the spot."

Someone, who was able to entertain the lavish-spending youth, must have some street smartness and social intelligence.

There was an even higher probability that she might be aware of some secrets regarding the Jeweline Group, things that most people did not know.

"Really?"

Her tears ceased flowing instantly.

The other girl, still in Mr. Ward's arms, was looking insanely jealous at this moment.

"There's no need for me to spin any story," Jack replied sternly, glancing at her.

After a brief flash of embarrassment and quick calculation, she put up an index finger, "Ten thousand."

"Done!"

The transaction was carried out.

Within moments she saw the text message proving receipt of money, she became exhilarated. She opened her arms, ready to dash towards Jack.

"Stop!"

Jack put up his hand, a cold, hard stop sign, "I only want information from you, not your body."

"But..."

The girl was somewhat disappointed, but she finally realized that Jack was not like any other guys she had met.

Quickly following the disappearance of her disappointment, she smiled cunningly and pointed towards the young chap who paid her to drink.

"There he is. You can ask him, don't ask me. He's Jeweline Hunter, the young master of the Jeweline Group."

Jack smiled to himself with deep satisfaction, he turned to watch Jeweline very, very keenly.

It really was a case of ... one went travelling the world in search of something, and it was not to be found; and when one least expected it, it fell right into the lap.