Of course, not just anyone can enter this top-tier private club. In addition to the extremely high membership fees, there is also a strict identity verification process, so everyone who comes here is inevitably both wealthy and distinguished. Naturally, in today's society, a person's wealth generally brings a certain level of prestige.

Ethan Thompson is here for a blind date.

His date is none other than the eldest daughter of the Beiming Group's president, Grace Fisher.

He had already been sitting here for a full two hours, and Grace Fisher still hadn't shown up. This was clearly being stood up. If it were someone else, they would have left long ago, but Ethan Thompson sat there calm and composed, eyes closed in contemplation, as steady as a rock, as if he could sit there forever.

At this moment, in an upper-level room of the club, Ethan Thompson's every move was being displayed on a large crystal screen.

Only two girls were watching.

One was Grace Fisher, the other was her bodyguard, Brian Carter.

"This guy is so strange. I've stood him up for two hours, and he's still waiting here. Does he really want to shamelessly go through with this blind date?" Grace Fisher was a bit tired, sitting on the bed rubbing her sore eyes. She hugged a big mouse-shaped pillow, looking quite annoyed.

"Is he really a spoiled rich kid?" Brian Carter looked puzzled. "It's been two whole hours, and he hasn't gotten up or asked the staff for anything. What kind of spoiled rich kid has such patience? Grace, I think you shouldn't be so stubborn. Just go and make an appearance."

"What if he latches onto me? These playboys will take a mile if you give them an inch." Grace Fisher shook her big mouse pillow. "He'd just end up being a huge annoyance."

"I don't think so. The Li family is very strict, and besides, I'm here. I can't even count how many spoiled brats I've beaten up." Brian Carter grabbed a tiger-shaped pillow. "I know you like men who make you feel safe. Since you're the daughter of the richest man, it's inevitable you'll face things like kidnapping, so you long for a hero boyfriend. That's why you went for Henry Ford. If I'd known, I would have introduced my brother to you, but unfortunately, he's already married."

"Your brother? David Carter? I've heard a lot of people mention him. He's a real expert—even Henry Ford admires him. When can I meet him? He's my idol." Grace Fisher got excited.

"Don't be such a fangirl, my brother's married." Brian Carter laughed and tossed a pillow over.

"He's my idol, can't I at least meet him?" Grace Fisher pouted, tossing her pillow back. The two girls started a pillow fight.

After a while, Grace Fisher was out of breath. "No more, no more, I'm exhausted. Let me have some water. So, do you think I should go meet this guy or not?"

"Of course you should. You can't afford to offend the Li family." Brian Carter stood up. "I'll go with you, what are you afraid of? The Li and Wang families have deep ties. If this Ethan Thompson really doesn't know how to behave, the elders can settle it with a word."

Ethan Thompson still didn't move, and no staff came to disturb him. In this top club, unless a guest calls, the staff are not allowed to appear.

But if a guest rings the bell, the staff will line up to serve them like servants to an emperor.

Suddenly, his ears twitched as two young girls entered the room. One was valiant and upright, with a straight posture and steady steps, her eyes sharp. The other was graceful and elegant, with a noble air. As soon as the two entered, the whole room seemed to brighten.

"Hello." Ethan Thompson stood up, nodded slightly in greeting, his expression calm as if he were an immortal from the heavens occasionally stepping into the mortal world, an otherworldly aura between his brows.

He knew that one of these girls must be Grace Fisher, and the other was probably her bodyguard.

"Sorry for being late and making you wait so long. You're not angry, are you?" Grace Fisher greeted him, secretly observing her blind date's expression. By rights, after being made to wait for over two hours, anyone would be furious, but the man before her was as calm as still water, nodding with a smile. Every gesture exuded an unfathomable poise—a kind of composure only seen in those who are deeply shrewd and calculating.

Brian Carter sensed it too. She exchanged a glance with Grace Fisher, feeling that Ethan Thompson was nothing like a spoiled rich kid.

"It's nothing." Ethan Thompson waved his hand. After the two girls sat down, he got straight to the point: "This blind date was arranged by our elders. Honestly, I know you're not interested in me. Your boyfriend, Henry Ford, has already come to see me."

"Henry Ford came to see you? Are you okay?" Grace Fisher was taken aback. She knew her boyfriend's temperament and suddenly felt worried.

"Let's not talk about that." Ethan Thompson smiled. "Actually, I'm not interested in this blind date either, so you don't have to worry about me pestering you. We're just going through the motions."

"Great, straightforward. In that case, let's not waste any more time." Brian Carter stood up, ready to leave, saying, "I really appreciate your attitude—calling things as they are. It seems you're not as bad as people say."

"Let's put the blind date behind us, but I'd like to take Grace Fisher somewhere." Ethan Thompson said calmly to Grace Fisher, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."