"My dad also tipped you $2000 last time. You didn't sleep with him too, did you?" The white guy was somewhat suspicious, "Otherwise, why would he suddenly transfer $5000 to me last month? He never wanted to admit that he had a son like me."
"How could that be possible!!" The woman immediately assured, "I don't love anyone but you."
"Alright, I'm tired. I need to take a shower and sleep first. Remember to wake me up later." The white guy didn't suspect anything further.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and immediately took out her phone to scroll through her contacts, starting a conversation with someone else.
Her opening greeting was 'dear'.
Time passed quickly to the evening.
Allen Zhang arrived early with his men at the designated suburban location. Sitting on the hood of a pickup truck, he admired the sunset glow.
"Dark night, high wind, a night perfect for murder."
