3:00.
Jadeitte Hotel.
After parking the motorcycle, Marcel Smith waved his hand and directly led Flossie Wright inside.
Living in the hotel for two months, the deft flirt, Marcel, had become a fixture, scoring with almost all the decent-looking waitresses.
Usually, he'd be seducing young girls into the hotel, so no one paid much mind when he showed up with Flossie.
They took the elevator, and entered the room.
"Where's your gun?"
"Does the Forces specially send you to do this kind of work?"
"You guys..."
Before he could finish, Flossie's coat was thrown into his face.
"Shut up!"
With icy eyes piercing him, Flossie's voice was cold, her brows furrowed with impatience.
"..."
Marcel immediately fell silent.
The suite had one bedroom and one living room, separated in the middle. It was spacious and had an attached bathroom.
