To some extent, if you want to know whether a city is prosperous, just look at how businesses like this are doing. If even the prostitutes in a city are starving, I’d advise you to find another city to make a living as soon as possible...

“Stop the car...” Another calm command. This time, Grace Miller immediately stepped on the brakes, not wanting to cause a second major car accident in one day.

“I’m going to investigate a case. Wait for me here.” As he spoke, he took out that unmarked pill bottle and popped two pills, then naturally opened the car door.

“Investigate a case in a place like this?” Not a single cell in Grace Miller’s body believed it. “Why do you need to take medicine to investigate a case?”

“Do you really need me to admit I’m here to hire a prostitute?” Henry Clark sneered, “If thinking that makes you feel better, then just assume I’m here for that...”

Shaking his thin black trench coat, Henry Clark walked along a red-lit street lined with hair salons, his gaze constantly peering through the glass doors at each of the women inside, no different from the other clients picking out prostitutes. No, actually, he was even more meticulous, careful, and professional...

“Damn it, I was just starting to see you differently, and now you’re doing this again...” Slamming the steering wheel hard, Grace Miller didn’t even know how to categorize this strange partner. But if he really was here to pick up a prostitute, and she had to drive him and stand guard, Grace Miller already knew what she’d do next... she’d really kick his precious jewels.

Chapter Six: The Demon Fox Reveals Itself

He stopped in front of a hair salon that wasn’t particularly special. Unlike other clients—who usually sneak around, acting all nervous and embarrassed, terrified of running into someone they know, feeling even more shameful than a thief...

Our Henry Clark was practically a model client, not only peering carefully into every salon window along the way, but only stopping in front of the third-to-last shop at the end of the street after a thorough selection. A strange smile appeared on his calm face—Grace Miller called it a “lecherous grin”...

Apparently, the salon owner thought the same, opening the glass door and pulling Henry Clark inside, then closing the door behind them...

“Beast!”

Watching Henry Clark walk in without hesitation or even a hint of shame, Grace Miller cursed with contempt.

About ten minutes later, the closed glass door opened again, and a familiar figure walked out.

“That fast?”

Grace Miller didn’t think her words were particularly provocative, and was just about to burst out laughing when she saw the woman following Henry Clark out.

She wore a black leather dress so short that you could see what was underneath with just a slight tilt of her head. The off-shoulder design revealed a pair of snow-white, lovely round shoulders, and her delicate skin was clearly visible even under the neon lights. At 1.78 meters tall, with a fresh, student-like face, men would call this kind of woman a “stunner”...

Even Grace Miller, who always prided herself on her looks, felt outshone.

Watching Henry Clark walk toward her arm-in-arm with a prostitute who was a few centimeters taller than him, Grace Miller really had the urge to jump out of the car and kick him in the crotch.

She watched as this “shameless couple” turned into a dark alley beside the red-light district and disappeared from view. Grace Miller couldn’t sit still any longer. She got out of the car in frustration, slamming the door so hard she nearly tore it off.

Heading toward the alley where Henry Clark had disappeared, Grace Miller’s face was full of anger.

In the dim alley, halfway in, Henry Clark stopped, turned to look at the “prostitute” he’d picked, his expression calm, without the strange smile he’d had when he first saw her.

“Let’s just do it here...” Henry Clark didn’t want to walk any further.

“Here?” The prostitute looked around. The hundred-meter-long alley was deserted, but it was definitely not a “good place” for that kind of thing. “You really are stingy, not even willing to pay for a room.” As she spoke, there was no sign of the expected anger on her face. Instead, she gave a charming smile and naturally leaned against Henry Clark’s chest, pushing him against the wall...

The nearby trash cans and sewage drains reeked. For most people, let alone having sex, just not throwing up would make you a model sanitation worker...

“Sigh, who told you to be so handsome? My heart is pounding for you, so I’ll just indulge you...” Her gentle index finger traced circles on Henry Clark’s chest. This prostitute’s seductive skills would make her a star even in a nightclub.

“What’s your name?” Leaning against the cold wall, Henry Clark seemed completely unmoved.

“Little Daisy... Don’t ask such mood-killing questions. Let’s do something fun!” As she spoke, Little Daisy reached out to unzip Henry Clark’s pants.

“Can you stop pretending? I don’t want to give my ‘first time’ to someone with ‘body odor’...” At the critical moment, Henry Clark grabbed Little Daisy’s hand as it moved below his waist, staring straight at the stunned woman in front of him. “We both know what’s going on. I don’t like beating around the bush, and I don’t want to interfere with your ‘business’. I just have a few questions for you...”