This was Emilia Hart's third year working in the nightclub.

As always, she stood behind the crystal curtain with a bunch of other girls, barely dressed. Their long legs were fully on display, and those tight strapless dresses didn’t do much to hide anything worth hiding.

In her ear, she could hear Ms. Carter’s sugary voice: “We’ve got our best girls right here tonight, gentlemen. If you see someone you like, just go ahead and take her.”

Someone chuckled, their tone cocky and teasing: “Well, I mean, it’s not just any place—it’s the top brothel in Jintora, right? Heard the girls here are real tight. Figured I’d bring our big client over.”

Ms. Carter giggled along. “You’re too kind, Mr. Moore. You’re always the best.”

Tonight wasn’t just any party. Word was Dominic Hayes, the head of the biggest real estate company in Jintora, was showing up. That guy had enough pull to shake the whole city just by shifting his weight. A prime, unattached alpha male—not some spoiled brat blowing through daddy’s money.

A few girls standing next to Emilia instantly tugged their necklines lower and shifted their hips so much you could almost see what kind of underwear—or none—they were wearing. Anything to grab Dominic' attention.

There were nine men casually lounging on the leather sofa. So... which one was Dominic?

Emilia scanned each face carefully, then stopped at the man sitting right in the center. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and he swirled a glass of liquor, taking a slow sip. He hadn’t said a word yet, but the aura he gave off? You just knew he was the one in charge. The others looked like they were just extras in his scene.

Ms. Carter leaned in with a smile. “Mr. Hayes, see anyone you like?”

Her tone was careful, almost nervous.

“No. Not interested.” His voice was low and cool, not even bothering to glance her way. Totally disinterested.

The other men around him all tensed up—no one dared to breathe too loud. Word in the industry was, Dominic hadn't been into women for years. Even when he showed up with girls from other clubs, never took things anywhere.

So, was he just not into it—or... just impotent?