NOVEL NEXT Chapter 864: Looking For A Rich Member
Villain Ch 864. Looking For A Rich Member
The lobby was quieter than the main gym floor. Sophia approached the vending machine, her fingers deftly navigating the buttons as she selected an isotonic drink. She opted for a lime-flavored one, its tangy taste a refreshing choice to clear her mind.
She cracked open the bottle and took a long sip, savoring the cool liquid as it soothed her parched throat. As she drank, her eyes wandered around the lobby, eventually settling on the large glass doors leading to the parking lot outside. The sight of something unusual caught her attention, and she lowered her drink, her brows furrowing in curiosity.
"Huh?" she hummed softly, her gaze fixated on a motorbike parked prominently in the lot. It was hard not to notice it; the bike exuded an air of luxury and exclusivity, even from a distance. The sleek lines, the glossy finish, and the meticulously crafted details all screamed opulence. Even someone with no knowledge of vehicles would immediately recognize how expensive it was.
Sophia's curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself moving closer to the glass doors, peering out at the bike. She didn't want to leave the gym entirely—she needed to maintain the pretense of indifference—but she positioned herself in a way that allowed her to study the motorbike more closely without being too obvious.
The bike was a masterpiece, undoubtedly a custom order. Sophia's mind raced with possibilities. Who could own such a vehicle? She knew most of the regular members and their preferences, and this bike didn't match any of their usual modes of transportation. It had to belong to someone new or someone who had recently come into considerable wealth.
As she stood there, contemplating the bike's owner, an idea began to form in her mind. If she could figure out who owned the bike and subtly seduce him, it might make Allen jealous. It was a calculated risk, but one she was willing to take. The thought of Allen seeing her with someone else, someone affluent and attractive, was tantalizing. It could be the push she needed to regain the upper hand.
An evil smile curled at the corners of Sophia's lips as her plan took shape. She quickly finished her drink, disposing of the bottle in a nearby recycling bin, and took a moment to fix her appearance. She adjusted her ponytail, smoothed out her workout clothes, and checked her reflection in the glass doors.
Satisfied with her look, she strutted back into the gym hall, her eyes scanning the room with renewed purpose.
Her mind raced with possibilities as she tried to identify who might own the luxurious bike parked outside. Judging by the bike's appearance, the owner should also have an equally luxurious appearance. The bike was a sports model, so she figured its owner was likely a young man or a man no older than forty. Men older than that typically preferred the comfort and status of a high-end car over a bike.
She imagined a fit man dressed in nice gym clothes, someone who exuded confidence and wealth.
Her gaze immediately fell on Allen. He certainly fit the description, young, fit, dressed in high-end gym gear. For a brief moment, she felt a pang of longing, remembering how effortlessly he had once captured her attention. But as she recalled, Allen didn't own a bike like that. He had always been more practical, preferring cars for their convenience and safety.
So she dismissed the thought and continued her search.
Her eyes roamed over the gym floor, taking in the various members engrossed in their workouts. Most of them were regulars, familiar faces she knew well. But then her gaze landed on another man. He had a fit, athletic build, dressed in sleek, expensive-looking gym clothes. He was exercising with headphones over his head, moving with focused determination.
He rarely talked or socialized, keeping to himself in a way that suggested both confidence and mystery.
Sophia's interest piqued. This man fit her profile perfectly. The expensive gym clothes, the solitary demeanor, the intense focus—it all pointed to someone who values his privacy and status. She watched him for a few moments, observing his precise movements as he worked through a series of weightlifting exercises. His muscles rippled under the strain, and his expression remained stoic and unbothered.
"Could it be him?" Sophia mused, her evil smile returning. She had seen him around a few times but had never paid much attention to him before. Now, though, he seemed like the perfect candidate. If she could strike up a conversation, perhaps flirt a little, and then subtly steer the conversation toward his bike, she might confirm her suspicions.
Sophia took a deep breath, straightening her posture and putting on her most charming smile. She walked over to a nearby machine, positioning herself so she could keep an eye on him while appearing nonchalant. She began her workout, moving with deliberate grace and making sure to catch his attention without being too obvious.
After a few minutes, she noticed him glancing her way. It was a fleeting look, but it was enough. She decided to make her move. Sophia finished her set and walked over to the free weights area, casually positioning herself next to him.
"Hey there," she said, her voice friendly and inviting. "Mind if I join you? I could use some tips on my form."
He looked up, his expression initially guarded, but it softened slightly as he removed his headphones. "Sure," he replied, his voice deep and calm. "I can help with that."
Sophia smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction. "Thanks, I appreciate it. I'm Sophia, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Sophia," he said, extending a hand. "I'm Mark."
They shook hands, and Sophia felt a thrill of excitement. This was going better than she had hoped. She started chatting with Mark, asking for advice on her workout and engaging him in light conversation. He was reserved but polite, offering tips and correcting her form with a professional detachment.
Gerry, having been engrossed in his own workout, glanced up and noticed Sophia's deliberate movements across the gym floor. His brows furrowed as he observed her interaction with Mark. Something about the scene felt off. Sophia had never shown much interest in the gym, and her sudden engagement with Mark seemed more calculated than genuine.
"I didn't expect Sophia to be really interested in the gym," Gerry muttered to himself, his frown deepening.
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Curiosity piqued, he turned to Allen, who was in the middle of a set. "Hey, Allen," Gerry said, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Sophia's talking to Mark, the gym coach."