When she held it in her hand, she could smell the faint scent of soap, along with a lingering masculine scent.
She took it into the room, ironed the clothes flat, and then walked out of the room.
The master bedroom was diagonally opposite the guest room, no more than seven or eight meters away. Tracy stood at the bedroom door; it was a man's room, so she naturally wouldn't just go in. She hung the suit on the door.
She glanced at it, turned around, and went back to her room...
In the early hours, a black Lamborghini appeared at the Swiss Apartment.
It was already late at night, and the sports car drove into the underground parking lot at a speed of 120 km/h, parking in the garage with astonishing speed.
With a screech, the extreme braking brought the car to an instant stop, leaving two tire marks on the ground.
The sports car then turned off, inside, the tall figure of a man sat quietly, unmoving, leaning against the seat, his deep eyes staring at the left side mirror.
