A mix up

Ricardo glanced around the place as soon as he got out of the car. Why did Alana come to such a place? Ricardo let out an exhalation and decided to go in. He came to the club after Dennis informed him where Alana was.

Glancing around, Ricardo was busy on his phone as he made his way to the entrance. He would get his wife and leave. On the other hand, Camilo was somewhere around coaxing him to hurry.

“Hello sir,” one of the security men greeted him. Of course, they knew who he was.

Ricardo hated the idea of having his wife in such a bad place. As soon as he entered the building, His eyes darted around. Although he had been to the club on multiple occasions. He knew it wasn't good for women.

“Sir, do you need a table?” One of the waiters approached him and Ricardo was too occupied looking around. It was crowded and noisy.

“The VIP section?” The waiter asked again, this time Ricardo was paying attention.

“Not needed,” Ricardo shook his head and made his way to the bar counter. He didn'