I sighed, feeling a helplessness wash over me. “Alright, I won’t cause trouble anymore. I was wrong,” I replied, my voice soft with resignation.
It wasn’t that I was being a coward; it’s just that Courtney, in this state, couldn’t be reasoned with. She hadn’t always been like this. But ever since Bradley returned, she had become increasingly unreasonable, as if the person I once knew had slowly faded away.
Courtney’s expression softened slightly, as if she were doing me a favor. “Jordan, if I hadn’t brought you here, you’d probably never set foot in the The Light Vegas Club in your entire life.”
I sat down on the plush sofa, pretending to be genuinely curious. “Is it that expensive? I’ve made a bit of money over the years.”
Bradley, casually resting his hand on Courtney’s shoulder, looked at me with mock amusement. “Oh, it’s expensive, sure. But that’s not the point. You can’t just buy your way into the The Light Vegas Club. You need status—real status, like us.”
I nodded, keeping my expression neutral. “I’ve learned a lot today.”
Courtney’s eyes suddenly sharpened with realization, as if a question had just occurred to her. “Wait, how did you even get in here?”