Dean, awakened by two phone calls, could only get up early to prepare for his return to San Francisco.
Poor guy, he hardly slept last night; the party broke up after three in the morning.
Even though Jennifer Connelly was eventually taken away by his mother Irin, Dean still had a pretty wonderful night with her.
"Hey, buddy, looks like you came back empty-handed last night," Valentine, who had already packed his luggage, couldn't help but laugh with schadenfreude upon seeing Dean panting heavily.
"Valentine, didn't you turn in early?" Dean was a bit puzzled. How did he know he returned alone?
With a satisfied smile in response to Dean's curious gaze, Valentine boasted, "I tipped the hotel reception 20 US Dollars to keep an eye on when you'd return and whether you were alone."
"Why?" said Dean, spreading his hands in confusion. He wasn't a celebrity, and Valentine wasn't paparazzi.
