He had no way to access the advanced knowledge that only the upper echelons of society could reach. Nor could he compare to the rigorously planned training that real pilots received, but he could still strive toward that goal in his own way. That was through even more arduous and diligent exercise.

This was a top-class restaurant, with top-class food. Once ingested, the nutrition provided a constant stream of energy to Henry Lane's body. In the past, he would never have wanted to waste such food, but would have absorbed it through his planned training, turning it into nourishment to strengthen every cell and toughen every tendon in his body. But now, with Violet Lane present, he certainly couldn't just start doing those embarrassing push-ups on the spot.

And when Violet Lane suddenly suggested going to the fitness center, it was as if a wild boar had been given fine bran—Henry Lane's regret instantly vanished without a trace.

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The "Sky Wheel" Wellness Club was the premier high-end fitness club in Ringstar District 2.

True to its name, the club looked from the outside like a massive disc-shaped building, located on the top floor of a skyscraper.

The reason why social elites were willing to pay an annual fee of 300,000 to become private members here was because it boasted the most complete fitness equipment. In addition to large-scale machines like resistance trainers, spinning bikes, and treadmills, it also had fully equipped facilities such as gravity rooms and even a mecha combat arena.

A fitness club of this scale maintained an air of mystery. According to some sharp-eyed busybodies, the minimum investment required to build this club was at least fifty million. When it was first completed, it sparked quite a bit of speculation among the upper class on Riverside Star, but in the end, no one ever found out who the owner behind the club was.

All that was known was that the person in charge of managing the club was named Morgan Webb.

He was as low-key as the club itself, but those who knew him understood that he was by no means as calm and easygoing as he appeared.

People tend to form circles in fixed places, and among them, some easily become the standouts of their group. Violet Lane was just such a person.

After joining this fitness club, she quickly became the focus of attention here.

On one hand, it was because of her status in the Wayne Group. On the other, it was naturally due to her stunning, snow-tipped beauty.

To become a member here, one had to pass a strict screening, and most members were prominent figures on Riverside Star. So, while people were unlikely to look up to Violet Lane with awe, there was never a shortage of admirers who considered themselves worthy. Quite a few people with impressive backgrounds had tried various ways to win her favor, but all had failed without exception.

Even now, many dejected suitors would look at her graceful figure from behind, their eyes filled with deep-seated regret and bitterness.

When Violet Lane, carrying her gym bag with a change of clothes, appeared in the club's lobby, the unexpected guest by her side, Henry Lane, immediately became the focus of many people's attention.

Conversations among groups seated on the sofas suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

They were startled by Violet Lane's arrival, and then instinctively began to speculate about the identity of the young man beside her.

The luxurious club lobby, with a ceiling height equivalent to five stories, already showcased the grandeur of the place, and Henry Lane felt a bit out of place.

His unease was obvious to some, which inevitably led to a bit of condescension. "What's going on these days? It's true that Miss Violet Lane has many admirers, but since when did such a fresh-faced kid join the crowd? Doesn't he know that just a few months ago, Young Carter from Mitsubishi Heavy Industries was turned down by Violet Lane? Hmph... Who knows where this kid came from?"

Many present were experienced and sharp-eyed; just by observing a person's words and actions, they could roughly judge their upbringing, education, and background—whether they came from poverty or from wealth and nobility.

Yet, although Henry Lane had grown up in the slums, he possessed a certain straightforward quality. This, combined with the fact that he was walking side by side with Violet Lane, who hailed from a noble family on Riverside Star, made it impossible for people to tell that he was from the slums. Instead, they guessed he was probably some rich kid who fancied Violet Lane's beauty but didn't know his own limits.

People had long since accepted that Violet Lane was unapproachable. Having seen familiar faces rejected by her, they were used to her lofty demeanor. As for the unfamiliar young man, they watched with idle curiosity, waiting to see him leave in embarrassment after being rejected by Violet Lane.

Among those watching the spectacle were Victor Bolton and Landon. Both were regulars at the club and holders of silver memberships. The club had three membership tiers: bronze, silver, and gold. The last one might sound a bit tacky, but in all of Riverside Star, only a few dozen people had earned gold membership. Violet Lane, thanks to her family's imperial lordship, was one of them.

Although Victor Bolton and Landon were not nobles, their silver memberships still indicated considerable personal wealth and background.

The blond-haired Landon was one of those who had previously invited Violet Lane out, only to be rejected.