Night fell, the city lights came on, and Sean, enjoying the Hilton Garden Hotel's finest service, sat in a black sedan headed for a suburban estate. Mordo, tense from head to toe, accompanied him. The Black sorcerer wore a suit that outlined his muscular frame, making him look every bit the intimidating bodyguard.
Six hours earlier, Sean had arrived at his reserved hotel suite and won the personal attention of the hotel manager by playing the part of a lavish spender. The young rich man seemed to glitter from head to toe; both his bearing and attire radiated the aura of wealth.
The sharp-eyed hotel manager could tell at a glance: expensive custom-made clothes, polished leather shoes, a limited-edition luxury watch on his wrist, and a Black bodyguard following behind him. His demand for the hotel's best services... all of it proved that this young man was extremely wealthy and unconcerned about the money in his pockets.
So, after Sean had finished a lavish French dinner, he subtly asked the hotel manager whether there was anywhere nearby to have some fun. The manager was not surprised in the least. Rich people like this were naturally unlike ordinary tourists, who could be satisfied by visiting famous landmarks, taking pictures, and uploading them to blogs or social media. They needed more thrilling games.
After accepting the generous tip handed over by the young tycoon, the hotel manager quietly stepped out and made a call. About half an hour later, a black Chevrolet pulled up outside the hotel. Once both sides had confirmed each other's identities and ensured everything was safe, Sean calmly got into the car. As the engine started, they gradually left the bustling city behind, and the sprawling estate in the outskirts came into view.
Through the car window, he