The music thundered back to life.
But this time, it was different.
There was a new electricity in the air — sharp, rich, and golden. Darren Kairos hadn't just shaken the room. He'd claimed it.
And now, it was time to celebrate.
With a single nod to the manager discreetly standing near the VIP section, Darren signaled what came next.
Within moments, a full-blown bottle parade began.
Dozens of servers descended the stairs — all in sync — holding bottles of Armand de Brignac Ace of Spades Gold Champagne, Dom Pérignon Rosé, and Louis XIII Cognac. Each bottle was cradled in custom-lit trays, surrounded by miniature sparklers and accompanied by LED-lit signs that spelled out one word:
K-A-I-R-O-S
Cheers erupted from all sides of the club. The sight was impossible to ignore — not just for its luxury, but for the message it sent:
A new name was rising.
And it wasn't Hayes.
Aria laughed and clapped, cheeks glowing. "You really had to go all out tonight, didn't you?"
Darren smirked as he casually took a glass from the freshly opened bottle, its price easily over £30,000. "It's a celebration. Might as well let the city know."
Victoria Lancaster leaned in with a raised glass. "Is this how you celebrate every acquisition?"
"Only the ones that matter," Darren replied coolly.
Alexis Whitmore, now a bit tipsy, swirled her drink and said, "You just made every other guy in here look like a valet."
Sabrina leaned across the table, grinning. "You've got taste… but also the teeth. That's rare."
Evelyn said nothing, but her gaze on Darren had shifted. Less curiosity now—more calculation.
The music dropped into a deeper beat. Bodies danced. Lights pulsed.
The party had gone from elite to legendary in under ten minutes.
Every so often, Darren would glance at his phone — subtly checking his bank balance.
System Rebate Activated
Amount Spent: £782,000
Return Multiplier: x450
New Credited Amount: £351,900,000
He didn't flinch. Just slid the phone back into his jacket pocket and poured another round.
"Brother," Aria said, leaning in closer and lowering her voice. "People are going to start watching us more closely."
"Good," Darren murmured, eyes scanning the club like a king overseeing his domain. "Let them."
"Even the heiresses?"
His eyes flicked toward the girls again — all beautiful, all dangerous in their own ways. "Especially them."
They toasted again — siblings at the top of the world, silently planning a future where no one would forget the Kairos name.
Outside, camera flashes began popping through the tinted club windows. Rumors were already spreading. Blogs would break the story by dawn. Social feeds were filling with blurry clips of the mysterious billionaire teen who owned the most exclusive club in the city.
But Darren didn't care.
Let the world whisper.
He was just getting started.