She realized that targeting Sabrina in public would risk alienating Blayze.

Sierra rolled her eyes, retrieved her phone, clicked on Facebook, and composed a message, saying, “Brady, can you come to Francio Club?"

She assumed he would be in the VIP area by now.

Brady's response was prompt.

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

Curious, he texted one more message, “What's wrong?"

Sierra hadn't expected that he hadn't arrived yet, but it didn't matter. She messaged back, “When you arrive, come to the booth on the first floor to see me. I have something to tell you."

“Very well."

With a satisfied smile, Sierra stowed her phone and made her way to the first floor.

She had always been aware of Brady's affection for her, even though he was a carefree playboy whose interests revolved around leisure and pleasure.

While she didn't particularly admire his dissolute lifestyle, she could still consider him a backup.

Ten minutes later, Brady, sporting a leather jacket and tight pants, arrived at the Francio Club. Spotting Sierra in the booth, he settled down across from her and asked, "Sierra, what's the matter?"

Sierra brought up a trivial topic and voiced her concerns, which seemed to make Brady quite content. He smiled warmly in response.

Casually, Sierra inquired, “By the way, where were you when I sent you the message? You got here so quickly."

"I was on my way here. Even without your messages, I'll show up anyway," Brady replied.

Teasingly, Sierra asked, “Oh, do you have a date with a beauty then.

"No, Blayze invited us. You can ask him if you don't believe me."

“I won't ask him," Sierra replied, “He's been really busy lately. Why did he suddenly invite you out?"

Brady explained with a smile, "He mentioned he wanted to introduce a student to us and requested that we look after her in the future."

Their extensive network of connections throughout Violetholt meant their support could potentially lead to a steady influx of orders and opportunities.