In the corridor, Hailee scanned Vincent from the head down to his fifteen thousand dollars of black zip boots.
'What a waste.' She thought, then her gaze landed on Vincent's shirt. There are bloodstains, but she is confident they don't belong to him.
"Maybe you better take a quick shower before we head home?" she suggested. When her gaze moved to John, he immediately offered the other presidential suite on this floor. John called the manager to bring the key card.
"Home?" asked Vincent, confused.
"I want you to take Hailee back to Dream City," Liam replied.
Vincent insisted, "But I have to meet that man and settle the score with him."
"I understand. However, is it what that man wanted?"
Vincent clenched his jaw; Liam was right. What that man wanted was him.
He wants Vincent to go to him to execute his grand plan of snatching Vincent's body and imprisoning his soul.
