Just after bathing, although she had already dried off, her skin still carried a moist sheen, glowing with a rosy flush. Now, sitting on the sofa in a fluster, her alluring figure was accentuated.

David Harris hurriedly took a step back and glanced at the door number—no mistake there, and the key was correct too. Could it be that his sister was playing a trick on him?

Because David Harris was always focused on his cultivation, he usually tried not to get involved in other matters. However, his personality meant that whenever something happened, he had to get to the bottom of it. So, after a quick look, he grabbed a coat hanging on the nearby rack, infused it with a trace of mysterious energy, and tossed it casually. The coat, as if embracing someone, landed directly on the woman.

“Ah!” The coat suddenly landed on her, startling the already flustered woman again. Realizing it was just a coat, she calmed down a bit. Seeing that the man who had suddenly entered wasn’t making any further moves, she didn’t continue to scream. Still, her body trembled slightly. The woman looked up at David Harris, and in the next instant, her attention was drawn to the bag he was holding—it was the very same bag she had seen on the airport shuttle.

And those patterns on the coat—she had seen them before too. This woman was none other than Julia Reed, who had taken the same airport shuttle back with David Harris. She had just come in to tidy up the room, worked up a sweat, and taken a shower. She hadn’t expected to run into David Harris right after stepping out of the bathroom.

David Harris also breathed a slight sigh of relief. A woman’s scream really was quite lethal, especially in such an awkward situation. David Harris even considered, if she screamed again, whether he should use his acupoint-sealing technique to silence her until she calmed down. But seeing her gaze settle, David Harris finally relaxed.

David Harris casually closed the door, not expecting this action to startle Julia Reed again. She stammered, “You… you… how did you get in? What… what do you want?”

Nothing had happened to Julia Reed on the airport shuttle, so David Harris hadn’t paid much attention to her. Plus, given her current state, she looked quite different from before. In fact, David Harris didn’t recognize her at all—she just seemed vaguely familiar.

David Harris set the bag aside and spread his hands. “I mean no harm, so there’s no need to be so nervous. I think you should change your clothes first… uh… and then we can talk.”

Although Julia Reed looked very sexy at the moment, it really wasn’t appropriate for a conversation—especially with how tense she was, as if he might assault her at any moment. So David Harris had to remind Julia Reed, and also had to take the initiative to break the special atmosphere that lingered after her bath.

David Harris didn’t recognize her right away, but Julia Reed quickly realized who he was. How could she forget what happened on the airport shuttle, especially with David Harris’s coat and bag? She had even been thinking about it while showering just now.

Having lived near that factory for several years, she felt a familiar fondness for the not-so-obvious tree-like emblem on David Harris’s coat and bag. David Harris’s gesture of handing over the coat just now made Julia Reed feel a bit more at ease. Hearing David Harris say this, she cautiously watched him, bit her lip, and slowly stood up, afraid her towel or clothes might slip. She shuffled sideways in small steps toward the adjacent room.

“Bang… click…” Julia Reed entered the room, slammed the door shut, then locked it, leaning against the door with her hand over her chest, breathing rapidly.

Seeing the way Julia Reed went into the room, David Harris could only give a helpless, wry smile. What a mess today had turned into. Still, thinking back to that fleeting glimpse of her figure and skin… it really was quite something.

With these thoughts, David Harris looked around the room. It was over a hundred square meters, fully furnished, exquisite, with a homely feel and warm tones. Suddenly, David Harris noticed another room with a locked door. Glancing at the other key in his hand, he walked over and opened it.

Sure enough, the door opened easily. Inside, everything was neat and tidy. On the large bed sat a battle bear plush, and beside it were more than a dozen sealed boxes. Seeing the battle bear, a look of nostalgia and happiness appeared on David Harris’s face.

He knew he hadn’t come to the wrong place. This battle bear was a plush toy developed based on what David Harris loved as a child—one of a kind in the world. But after growing up, David Harris had never touched it again. Back then, his sister would often lead a group of their toys into battle with him. That scene resurfaced in his mind.

However, David Harris then looked at the tightly closed and locked door of the other room. What was with this beauty coming out of the bath?

This time, David Harris called his sister directly, but no one answered—as usual. Unless she contacted him first, there was no way to reach her.

With no other choice, David Harris called Grace Turner again. As soon as the call connected, David Harris said, “What’s going on?”

No need for any extra words. After years of tacit understanding, David Harris kept it simple, and on the other end, Grace Turner seemed to instantly understand the situation.