Chapter 490 Run-In with a Robbery

• “Am I really just a lust-driven guy?”
• In the presidential suite, Lewis Snow lit a post-coital cigarette and slowly blew a smoke ring. He’d messed up again—messed up in the way every man does sometimes, letting desire crush reason.
• Looking at the crimson mark on the white sheets—a brazen plum blossom—Lewis couldn’t help a wry smile. He hadn’t expected her to be untouched. Now he was tangled up with a woman who played deep, and he wasn’t sure if he was just playing with fire. The thought sent him drifting into silence.