Shadow Assassin

Brighton Private Club was nestled at the foot of Amber Mountain, on the northwestern outskirts of the city. This luxurious retreat belonged to the Fields, a wealthy family in Brighton. Membership was reserved for those with a net worth of at least a billion.

However, profit wasn't the club's purpose. The Fields had built it as a hub, a private sanctuary where connections were forged and relationships maintained among Brighton's elite.@@novelbin@@

At precisely 4:30 PM, Zayn, Michelle, and Melissa sat in Oasis Pavilion No. 1, a high-end cafe on the second floor of the clubhouse.

A beautiful and graceful tea artist sat across from them, her delicate fingers moving with practiced ease. She cleansed her hands, boiled the water, warmed the cups, and prepared the tea leaves with an almost hypnotic precision. Each step such as rinsing the tea, pouring the first brew, awakening the fragrance, sealing the pot, dividing the liquor, flowed seamlessly like a timeless ritual passed down through centuries.

As the soothing aroma of the freshly brewed tea filled the air, it felt as though time itself had blurred, spanning across a thousand years, connecting the past and present in that single fleeting moment. Michelle set down her teacup. Her dazed dreamy eyes slowly fluttering open.