When Alvin led a group of new guests into the party, the Banquet Hall had already turned into a scene of wild revelry.
Two hundred million in cash had been stacked in the middle of the hall to serve as a bar, with Hard Liquor covering the top.
The dim, intimate lighting filled the Banquet Hall with an air of decadent luxury...
Hundreds of Las Vegas socialites, along with hundreds of beautiful young women and men, had gathered in the Banquet Hall.
Stark had turned what was supposed to be a very private party into a huge event, all to show off his "achievements" to Nate and his crew.
The moment Alvin walked in, Stark jumped onto the cash-built Bar Counter, raised a glass of Whiskey, and shouted, "Look who's here!
I hereby declare the revelry officially underway..."
The DJ knew how to build the atmosphere, and was especially good at catering to socialites who looked like they could barely walk...
At Stark's call, he put on the Central American-flavored "Mondo Bongo."
The gentle drumbeat and sultry melody gradually heated up the atmosphere.
The men and women began pairing off, setting down their Hard Liquor to enjoy dancing together.
Stark hopped down from the "bar" and strode over to Alvin, looking smug. When he saw Sophie's face glowing green under the dim lights, he grinned and said, "Oh, isn't this the MI6 agent?
As he spoke, Stark circled a hand in front of his own face and laughed. "What happened to you? Is this standard nighttime gear for MI6 agents?
Honestly, you're really something..."
Sophie was so furious at Stark's lack of decency that she glared at him and said coldly, "There are two kinds of men: those with manners and those without.
No man with manners would ever enjoy