Chapter 21

As the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated, a thick dusk settled in. A silver Porsche slipped past a pickup truck through the dazzling colorful neon lights and stopped at the entrance of the Cupid's Touch Hotel. It was Linda who had asked him to come. Xander lifted his wrist to look at his watch. It was already half past nine in the evening, and a black BMW was driving into the underground parking lot. Linda was always early, and they never dined together - upon arriving at the hotel, they always went straight to the point. He enjoyed it when women took the initiative, in turn delighting himself. Turning off the lights, men and women were essentially the same, weren't they? A fleeting image of a girl's face, innocent and teary, flashed across his mind. His expression suddenly turned cold. Love, it had nothing to do with him. He knew all too well that women's tears were often highly deceiving. Just as his Porsche slid into the underground parking lot, a black SUV pulled up. Eliza sa