David Dai had worked as a valet at the Peninsula Hotel in Chicago for three years. He had just two passions in life: good food and luxury cars.
Working as a valet at this top-tier hotel meant he got to drive all kinds of luxury cars every day. Each encounter with one lasted only a short kilometer, but the frequency made up for it, and after his shift, he could round off the day with a good meal.
So David liked his job.
For three years, the entrance to the Peninsula Hotel had been like a narrow river. The world's most expensive cars, most expensive women, and most expensive troubles flowed past him every day.
His only job was to drive the cars away. As for everything else, he knew how to pretend he had seen nothing.
But people always noticed certain things. When a pairing stood out too much, their eyes inevitably paid it some attention.
Take that electric sports car, for example-the world's first mass-produced all-electric sports car, a high-end toy for the rich. When David Dai drove it to park, it made no sound the entire way. It lacked the real feel of driving. It had left an impression on him, but he did not like it.
There had been two people in it, a man and a woman. A common pairing.
But the girl had been driving, which was unusual.
The girl was petite, with long, pale-blond hair falling behind her shoulders. Her silk dress and crystal jewelry were very grown-up, yet she showed none of the awkwardness of someone deliberately playing adult. Sitting behind the wheel, her expression had been as cold as an iceberg, making the boy beside her look more like someone she had brought along.
After parking the Tesla Roadster, David Dai