Chapter 20: Who Taught You That Business Style?!

Su Mian ignored the onlookers as the butterfly doors slowly rose. She ducked into the car, reached back to press the key, and locked it. Zhao Nuolan’s phone was unreachable, and when she tried calling again, it had been powered off.

Su Mian strode into the bar in two steps, the curious crowd watching her. A man attempted to hit on her, but she shoved him aside with one hand, carving a path through. The dance music in the pit was thumping, driving the young men and women to sway in a rhythmic frenzy. Standing in a chaotic corner, Su Mian felt a momentary sense of bewilderment; every second now was golden time for rescue.

On the way here, she had imagined many scenarios. In the entertainment industry over the past two years, she had seen plenty: young girls falling into traps, drugs, sexual assault, violence—these were just the basic tactics. However, she had not expected the bar to be this large. Beyond the public booths on the first floor, there were private suites on the second and third levels.

Searching room by room would be too time-consuming. Su Mian scanned her surroundings, snatched an unfinished bottle from the