Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 25: Eye of Agelessness

Elara walked out of the private room and was immediately spotted by Zara Dalton not far away. He strode over, his gaze falling on the red marks on her face and neck, his handsome face instantly clouding with anger, "Did they hurt you?"

Furious, he rushed into the private room, "I’ll go find them! Is there no justice? It’s just kids fighting, even if they’re protective of their kids, they shouldn’t be making things difficult for a defenseless woman!"

Elara quickly grabbed him.

"Don’t go..."

Zara frowned, suppressing his anger, "You’re afraid of them? With me around, what are you afraid of? At worst, I’ll bow my head to my parents to ensure that kid stays in school, but I can’t let you be bullied like this!"

Elara shook her head, her voice somewhat choked, "I know you’re doing it for my good, but... Aidan hit Cecilia’s brother."

Zara was taken aback.

He knew fully well who Cecilia was.

This meant that the Jacobs Family was backing this, and though his family had some standing in Northgarde, it was no match for the Jacobs Family.

He was terribly frustrated, gritting his teeth, "Do we just let it go like this?"

Elara shook her head, speaking softly, "Zara, I want you to do me a favor."

Zara immediately said, "What are you talking about? If you’re in trouble, I definitely won’t stand by, just tell me what you need."

Elara detailed Rosalind’s conditions, looking at Zara, her voice still very soft, "There’s something fishy about this. But I have no choice, I want you to use your family’s resources to check for me, who normally goes to the address Rosalind mentioned, and if there are any unknown secrets."

The place Rosalind mentioned, called the Eye of Agelessness, she had heard of a few times during her two years with the Jacobs Family.

It’s a high-end venue that the rich frequent, even one involved in illegal enterprises to some extent, which she had heard whispers about in the Jacobs Family, but this Eye of Agelessness was completely unknown to her, and she got vague answers even when asking Mason.

Out of curiosity, she had once searched online but found no traces.

She instinctively felt uneasy.

Zara didn’t hesitate a bit, "No problem, I’ll call my family shortly, even though my parents don’t manage me anymore, fortunately, I can still mobilize some contacts, finding this out shouldn’t be a problem."

He finished speaking but hesitated slightly, "Are you really planning to go?"

Elara let out a bitter smile, "What else can I do? If I had enough leverage, I could certainly refuse, but I don’t."

The most she could do was prepare as much as possible...

And she hardly dared to be sure if calling the police would work if real trouble arose at that dinner party.

Zara held her hand firmly, his tone resolute, "Don’t worry, I’ll have some people stationed outside, and if you’re in danger, I’ll get you out no matter the cost."

Elara nodded silently.

After a long pause, she took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, feeling a bit of pressure lifted, she smiled at Zara, "Let’s not tell Esther about this, her temper could make things worse if she knew."

Zara nodded, "I know."

Elara also didn’t plan to tell Zion Fitzwilliam. This issue, after all, started because of Mason Jacobs getting arrested; she didn’t want to burden Zion with this.

The more people knew, the more people there would be to worry.

Facing her best friend, Elara wasn’t reserved, saying softly, "There’s one more thing I need your help with, I want you to have some people protect my dad, at least to ensure his safety."

Zara nodded quickly, "You don’t even need to ask, I would have arranged that anyway."

Elara breathed a sigh of relief, "Alright, let’s prepare separately and stay in contact via phone."

Zara looked at her with some concern, "Maybe I should go with you."

Elara shook her head, "No need, I’ll be okay."

Zara did have to go back home for a while, so he couldn’t insist.

When Elara returned home, Zion Fitzwilliam hadn’t come back yet. She quietly packed the items she needed to bring.

A fruit knife, a can of pepper spray, a plastic sheet, and some small nails.

Facing such a situation, what she could do was limited, all she could do was protect herself as best as she could, and if she couldn’t... at least survive.

She was already prepared for the worst.

At nine in the evening, she appeared at the entrance of the Eye of Agelessness on time.

It was a large establishment, estimated to be over thirty meters long, with enormous dark blue light screens connected together, "Eye of Agelessness" written in white floral script in the middle.

Half an hour before, Zara had sent her the information related to the Eye of Agelessness.

Eye of Agelessness, operating hours from 8 PM to 8 AM, it was a membership-only venue, admitting new guests only when brought by members. Even if someone wanted to pay a lot of money, if unaccompanied by a member, the venue would not host them.

That was the only confirmed information; in addition, Zara had given her a piece of unverifiable gossip.

That it’s the "gray paradise" for the second generation wealthy, involving some hidden gray industries inside.

In short, Zara’s advice was to be extra cautious, to wear the miniature communication device throughout, and he would come in with people to rescue her immediately if anything uncontrollable happened.

Elara glanced at the green leaf-shaped brooch on her chest, took a deep breath, and steeled herself as she stepped inside.

The opulence inside took her by surprise; jade floors, every sight filled with exotic plants, a six-meter-high ceiling from which long tassel chandeliers hung, and a jade screen, styled in an antique manner, shielded the inner doorway.

The young receptionist was quite handsome, fitting the current trend of "puppy" looks. He looked Elara up and down, hesitated for a moment, then approached, "Do you have a reservation?"

Despite wearing the simplest athletic wear, which made her look anything but wealthy, her face was indeed stunning, possibly a girlfriend of some second-generation rich kid.

Thus, the receptionist remained polite.

Before Elara could speak, Rosalind came out from behind the screen, giving Elara a mocking glance, and said to the receptionist, "She’s my friend, let her in."

The receptionist’s attitude immediately grew more enthusiastic, "Certainly, Miss Jacobs."

Tonight, Miss Jacobs had a dinner here, attended by some very wealthy and powerful people, and he had heard about it.

He quickly gestured to Elara to follow, "Please, right this way."

Rosalind turned impatiently and walked away.

Elara bit her lip and followed suit.