Blake zipped up his backpack and placed it on the bed beside him.
Finally, an entire week had passed.
Honestly, it felt much longer.
The room he stayed in had become unbearably boring after the first few days. At first, Blake had appreciated the peace and quiet, especially after everything that had happened.
But after being trapped inside the villa for seven consecutive days, even he was beginning to feel restless.
Still, at least there was one upside: his bruises had almost all disappeared.
Blake walked toward the mirror and tilted his head slightly.
The ones covering parts of his body had faded into a faint yellow. Most of them were barely noticeable anymore.
More importantly, his face looked completely normal again.
Not a trace remained.
'That pomade really did miracles, heh, I'll take it home with me.'
Last time, when he had gotten injured, the bruises lasted for much longer.
This time it was a week, rich people medicine was terrifying.
