"How did you know there was something wrong with Shaman?"
Outside the club, Chief Yuan brushed at herself, as if trying to shake off as much of the hormones clinging to her high-fashion outfit as possible.
The light outside was even dimmer, but she felt much more at ease.
"After the initial fear, she seemed to get a little excited in a different way."
Fu Qian shook his head beside her, sharing what he'd observed.
"Compared to her professional control over her body, her expression management was still just a little lacking."
"And once I realized something felt off, my first interpretation was that an unexpected situation meant a new side gig."
"Of course, she couldn't have known we'd show up, so the key person had to be Alan, the customer."
"And this rather frail-looking gentleman's most unusual identity was probably that of last week's lucky winner."
"That's a reasonable deduction."
Yuan Shan listened carefully and nodded.
"For a gambler, this Midas was far too generous. It's hard to say his actions had no ulterior motive at all."
"Of course, that's only a guess. We can't be sure there's a connection yet. Are you certain we shouldn't go to Henry with the conclusion that the person has already left?"
She blinked at Fu Qian.
"You don't sound much like an observer."
Fu Qian looked surprised.
"We're practically in cahoots now, aren't we?"
"What can I say? That guy came up with such a baffling idea and made me run all over the place in the middle of the night."
Chief Yuan showed not a trace of shame.
"I can't wait to go back and change clothes."
"I understand how you feel."
Fu Qian wasn't at all surprised by that.
"So let's hurry and talk to this Ross."
"I'll lead the