In the sunset glow that spilled onto the head of the bed, Dean slowly opened his eyes.
He pushed away the woman clinging to him like an octopus, stretched lazily, and searched for his clothes among the scattered garments on the floor.
"Leave a contact number?" a husky female voice emerged from under the sheets.
The young-looking girl's gaze lingered greedily on Dean.
Dean gave her a glance and a gentle smile. "I'm more a believer in fate. This is for your time."
He left a stack of cash.
He bid farewell to the hotel maid who had delivered breakfast to the suite but ended up serving herself as a snack.
After leaving the hotel, Dean drove straight to Chinatown and called the rental agent.
This was something he should have handled yesterday, but due to the Demon cannibal case, it had been postponed until today.
Since there was still some time before tonight's banquet, Dean planned to sort it out now.
