Chapter 6: One Night Stand

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When Mila rushed out of the house, Peter was nowhere to be seen. She bit her lower lip. "Could he have... gone to find..." Before she could finish, Owen's groaning came from inside the house. ... Meanwhile, Peter had walked nearly one mile, and most of the effects of the toxins in his body had dissipated along the way. To cleanse himself completely, he pushed open the door of a bar. This was a 24-hour chill bar, and few people drank there during the day. He chose a corner seat, ordered a few bottles of strong liquor, and started drinking heavily. The alcohol coursed through him, blurring his subconscious. At that moment, he noticed a beautiful woman who had somehow appeared across from him, though he hadn't seen her arrive. She wore a professional skirt suit, her hair slightly disheveled, and her elegantly crafted face was tinged with a rosy hue. From her dazed look, it was clear she had drunk quite a bit too. "Come on, drink with me!" The woman raised her bottle and ran her fingers through her bangs nonchalantly. Peter didn't mind her company. After all, having someone to drink with was a good thing. "Alright!" He raised his bottle and clinked it lightly against hers. As they toasted and drank together, they seemed like old friends. They leaned on each other warmly as they stumbled out of the bar. "Let's go... find another place to continue!" The woman, named Ella Scurr, wrapped her arm around Peter and dragged him along. Soon, they entered a five-star hotel. In the suite on the top floor, Ella pushed Peter onto the bed, straddling him with her legs. She bent down, staring into his eyes. "Am I... beautiful?" Her words sent a jolt through Peter. Indeed, she possessed an unparalleled beauty, and her drunken state only added to her allure. "Beautiful..." Peter nodded instinctively. "Then, what are you waiting for?" Ella leaned in, kissing him passionately. After a moment of shock, Peter responded eagerly, tearing off her clothes and revealing her breathtaking figure. "You're so amazing..." Peter began to say, but Ella suddenly wrapped her arms around his head. When Peter woke up, dusk had fallen. He sat up, holding his head with one hand. He turned to the side, noticing that the bed was empty. Only a single red rose lay beside him. "That woman..." Peter had never imagined such a passionate woman would disappear just like that. But what surprised him even more was the discovery that his internal energy had increased significantly. Previously stuck at a bottleneck for months, he had made no progress. Now, he had advanced so much after rolling in the sheets with the woman. If he had done this multiple times, wouldn't he have soon broken through? Thinking of this, Peter quickly pulled back the covers, hoping to find clues about the woman. The hotel room was booked under his ID, and apart from the rose, she seemed to have left nothing behind. Suddenly, he realized something was off. A note and a woman's watch were on the table in the living room. [You don't need to feel any pressure. We're just two lines intersecting, never to meet again. This watch is a compensation for you.] The note almost made Peter burst into laughter. He wondered, "Was I taken advantage of? Or did I perform so well that she rewarded me?] Smiling, he picked up the diamond-encrusted Patek Philippe women's watch valued at six figures. Peter immediately recognized it as one of only twenty limited editions worldwide. His certainty came from seeing a woman wearing one in a special prison. With this watch, finding the woman's identity wouldn't be difficult. People who buy such watches usually leave contact information. Given her lavish style, this watch couldn't possibly be second-hand. Leaving the hotel, Peter headed straight to the Patek Philippe boutique. The haughty saleswoman seemed uninterested in helping him, given his unfashionable attire. After all, wealthy people didn't dress so casually. "Hello, I have one of your watches. Could you please check the information for me?" Peter asked earnestly. The saleswoman glanced at the watch and smirked. "Oh, it's this one again? Do counterfeiters have no brains? This watch is a limited edition of twenty worldwide, and over two hundred people have come here to verify it! You should go back. It's fake. Return it if you can!" she said, focusing on her nails. Peter frowned. Although not an expert, he could tell at a glance that the diamonds were real. And wasn't she a bit too arrogant? "Take a closer look. I'm sure it's genuine," he insisted. "Ugh, you're so annoying!" The saleswoman snapped, raising her head. "It's fake, fake, fake!" "Stop daydreaming, you paupers," she added dismissively. Peter sighed, placing the watch on the table. The ceiling lights cast a glow over it, each diamond sparkling brilliantly. The saleswoman hesitated, glanced at the watch, then reached out to pick it up. She examined it closely and then checked the serial number on the back. After a few minutes, her face turned pale with shock and fear. "I'm sorry, your-your watch is genuine," she stammered. The saleswoman was flustered. Anyone who could afford this watch had to be either wealthy or influential. Wait—something wasn't right! When he walked in, he wanted to find the owner of this watch. She wondered if Peter was investigating the owner of the watch. Realizing the kind of person who could afford such a watch, her tone changed, "Where did you find this watch? You'd better explain. If it's not yours, its value could land you in jail for life!" Peter was speechless. Just a moment ago, she claimed the watch was fake. Now, she suggested he wasn't the owner and implied he stole it. "Strictly speaking, this watch is mine now. I just want to find out who the owner is," Peter explained, understanding her caution. Even he felt his words sounded a bit off. The saleswoman coldly nodded. "Oh, you want the details? I'll get them for you." She rushed to a nearby office and quickly closed the door. After discovering the watch owner's identity, her eyes widened in disbelief. With trembling hands, she dialed the number listed.

Chapter 6: One Night Stand

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