Chapter 686 Throwing One’s Weight Around

• Noon the next day, at a members-only private club tucked inside a national scenic area in Yarwood.
• Backed by mountains and facing water, green shade rippling everywhere, the view was picture-perfect. The club’s décor leaned classic underworld-chic—simple yet far from plain. Anyone with taste would spot it at once: those mahogany tables, chairs, and stools alone were worth a fortune, not to mention the screens, fine wine, and porcelain.
• It catered to the upper class—and only the upper class could afford it.