Chapter 657 Who Remembers Her

• In a lavish, dimly lit entertainment club, Pearlpoint's most infamous rich kids lounged lazily, their bodies sprawled across plush furniture.
• The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and stale whiskey. They sat like ghosts, drained of life, faces hollow and distant. A young man leaned back on the couch with his legs thrown carelessly over the coffee table. He took a slow puff from his cigar.
• "Quentin, what do we do now?" a voice broke the silence, anxiety clinging to the words.