Chapter 17

• Dihanna's POV
• Later that night, the city’s neon lights cast their glow on the sleek black car as it pulled up in front of a high-end private club. Dihanna stepped out, dressed in a crimson silk dress that clung to her figure, her heels clicking against the pavement with purpose.
• Inside, the atmosphere was luxurious but private. A soft jazz tune played in the background, expensive liquor lined the bar, and only those with real power occupied the velvet booths.