CHAPTER 101: SARAH AND BEAUTY WENT CLUBBING

As soon as her shift ended, Beauty headed straight to Sarah’s office.

The two grabbed a quick pizza and some bubble tea at a fast-food joint—after all, shopping required energy.

Not far from Marson Corporation stood an upscale international mall filled with luxury brands.

Every item there costs at least a month’s salary for someone like Beauty.

She could only window-shop, never daring to splurge.

Sarah tried on a moon-white evening gown, clearly intended for Drake’s birthday banquet.

The delicate chiffon draped elegantly over her slender figure, accentuating her long, toned legs—flawless without an ounce of excess.

It was the kind of figure anyone would envy. Beauty couldn’t tear her eyes away.

"Sarah, you’ll be the most stunning woman there in this dress.

It’s absolutely breathtaking," she gushed, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she took in Sarah’s statuesque silhouette, a dimpled smile forming on her lips.

To her, Sarah was the epitome of grace and sophistication.

Sarah turned in front of the mirror, seemingly pleased with the gown, though a faint trace of bitterness flickered at the corner of her lips. She sighed softly.

"The spotlight isn’t about the dress—it’s about the man standing beside you.

You’ll be the real star that night, Beauty."

The thought of another woman by Drake side twisted her heart with quiet sorrow.

No matter how radiant she looked, she’d likely fade into the crowd, becoming nothing more than gossip fodder.

Ever since Samantha went abroad, Drake had attended his birthday galas without a plus-one.

Back then, everyone assumed he and Sarah would reconcile.

But now that his official girlfriend had returned, the role of the forgotten first love was hers to bear.

"Please wrap this dress for me."

Sarah flashed the attendant with a radiant smile before turning to Beauty.

"Beauty, pick whichever one you like—it’s on me."

"Oh no, Sarah, I really can’t accept that," Beauty quickly waved her hands in protest.

"My wardrobe at home already has evening gowns.

Every time he takes me to an important banquet, Lucas picks one out and has it delivered, so I never have to worry about choosing one myself."

Though she knew Sarah was well-off, she couldn’t bring herself to accept such an extravagant gift.

The presents Sarah gave her every birthday were already lavish enough—how could she possibly take another?

Sarah chuckled, understanding her reluctance, and simply looped an arm through hers as they stepped out of the boutique.

Next, they browsed their usual clothing stores, picking out a couple of sultry outfits for their night out at the bar.

"Sarah, you’d look absolutely stunning in this!" Beauty gestured toward a sleek black knee-length dress, her lips curving into an admiring smile.

The dress featured a daring slit that ran all the way up to the waist, accentuating every curve, while the modest round neckline framed delicate collarbones as pale as porcelain.

Sarah’s eyes gleamed with interest as she motioned for the shop assistant to bring both the black and an ivory version.

"Beauty, you turned me down earlier, but you can’t say no this time.

It’s just a little something—and since I’m the one taking you to the bar tonight, you’re not allowed to refuse."

Beauty bit her lip lightly, hesitating as she blinked in uncertainty.

Truth be told, she couldn’t afford even one of these dresses on her own, and she hadn’t expected to end up in such a high-end store with Sarah.

But she couldn’t deny how much she adored that dress—especially the soft, creamy one.

Sarah immediately saw through her thoughts and handed her the dress with a knowing smile.

With a playful wink, she added, "Let’s both try it on and see who rocks this style better!"

"Of course it’s you, Sarah.

This dress looks like it was made just for you," Beauty replied.

The moment she laid eyes on the dress, she knew the deep black would perfectly complement Sarah’s mysterious, elegant, and slightly untamed aura.

Emerging from the fitting rooms together, Sarah stepped out in the sleek black dress, her entire demeanor radiating a subtle wildness.

All she needed was a bold makeup look, and she’d be the epitome of a seductive queen.

Beauty,on the other hand, shimmered in a moonlit hue, the dress hugging her curves just right—graceful, alluring, impossible to look away from.

The gentle slope of her back, her porcelain skin, and her delicate frame made her seem almost ethereal.

By the time they left the mall, it was already 8 p.m.

The autumn evening carried a slight chill as Sarah drove straight to her favorite bar—the very same one where Lucas had first taken Beauty, New York’s largest and most extravagant nightspot.

But this time was different.

Unlike the private, reserved atmosphere of their last visit, the place was now alive with energy, pulsing with music and laughter.

The dance floor shimmered under colorful lights, packed with couples swaying to the rhythm, the rich scent of alcohol drifting through the air.

"Now this is what a real bar should feel like," Beauty remarked, linking arms with Sarah as they settled at a corner table, the buzz of the crowd surrounding them.

"Last time, with Mr. Lucas clearing the place out, it barely even counted."

Sarah grinned. "This is nothing—just wait till later.

The crowd gets even wilder.

Tonight, I’m showing you how it’s really done."

Sarah snapped her fingers with a smile, signaling the waiter to bring more drinks.

She had touched up her makeup in the restroom before entering—darkening her eyeliner to make her gaze more alluring and swiping on a pomegranate-red lipstick that gave her the air of a sleek black alley cat.

Beauty, too, had opted for a deep shade of lipstick, her thick lashes meticulously coated to perfection.

She had pinned up half her hair, revealing the porcelain curve of her swan-like neck—an undeniably tempting sight.

"Miss Sarah Mr. Lucas and Mr. Drake has instructed that all your drinks tonight are on their tab," the waiter announced.

The moment the words left his lips, Beauty turned her head and spotted Drake and Lucas seated in a dimly lit corner.

Both men had changed into more casual attire, a stark contrast to their usual workday stiffness.

Lucas, in particular, had unbuttoned his shirt just enough to reveal a glimpse of his sun-kissed chest—an annoyingly deliberate display.

"Those two jerks are like bad pennies—always turning up where they’re not wanted!"

Sarah muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t get stuck.

Her heavily made-up face betrayed no other emotion.

"Don’t they usually rent out the whole place when they come here?" Beauty asked, her expression darkening with suspicion.

"Who knows what’s gotten into them today?

Forget about those idiots.

Let’s just drink, have fun, and pretend they don’t exist," Sarah replied breezily, plucking a glass of strong whiskey from the tray and handing it to Beauty with a playful smirk.

It struck Beauty then how effortlessly elegant Sarah looked even when cursing someone out.

A true goddess through and through.

The thought made her cringe inwardly at her own past outbursts toward Lucas—those had been anything but graceful.