Chapter 142: Not an ordinary curse
Louis entered an underground bar which started in the midnight till the early morning. Mostly youths would be seen enjoying themselves in the loud DJ music.
Without waiting, Louis made his way to the bar counter. He came to a stop before a middle-aged bartender with a neatly trimmed moustache, who was expertly mixing a cocktail.
"I’d like to see the Mistress," Louis urged.
The bartender paused, lifting his gaze to meet Louis’s eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" he asked while continuing to stir the drink.
In response, Louis slid a black card across the counter. The bartender took it, studied the insignia, then gave a subtle nod.
"Follow me," he said.
They moved past the bar and into a private elevator tucked behind a door. As the lift ascended, the music below faded, replaced by an eerie silence. They emerged above ground in a secluded area where a luxurious villa stood, home to Glenice Pavoni, more infamously known as The Mistress.
The bartender stopped in front of an ornate door framed by ivy-draped stone. "Wait here," he instructed Louis before stepping inside.
Moments later, he returned, holding the door open slightly. "She’ll see you now," he said.
"Thank you," Louis said and went inside.
Glenice was rested in the recliner with a red wine glass between her fingers. There was tattoo carved on the right of her neck, which disappeared inside her dress. Even her left wrist had a tiny tattoo etched on it.