On the villa terrace, Louise deliberately dressed in a silk casual outfit that accentuated her figure, sitting by the small dining table, enjoying a steak feast with Martin.
Martin cut off a piece of roast meat and put it into his mouth, saying, "The chef has done a great job, and the meat is wonderful."
Louise ate in small bites, swallowed the food in her mouth, "Italian Quinine steak, knowing you like meat, I specially called the chef over."
Martin savored the deliciousness of the meat, "I really don't know how to thank you."
Louise didn't eat much, picked up a napkin to wipe her mouth, and said without any pretense, "Didn't you bring me a souvenir?"
Martin fished around in his pocket and then clenched his fist and stretched it to Louise's side.
Louise looked forward with anticipation.
Martin's hand opened, and a pendant fell out, hanging from a cord was a polished, shiny white alligator tooth.
