French restaurant.
Under the dim, hazy lights, pairs of urban men and women strove to maintain an unspoken yet romantically charged atmosphere, all for the sake of a thrilling post-dinner activity.
Eve looked at the man before her, her eyes seeming to ripple with seductive waves. "Dean, I haven't seen you for a while. You've become even more handsome."
Dean chuckled lightly. "I'm still the same me. It's just that in your eyes, my rank as a detective adds a flattering filter."
A man's power and wealth are natural 'aphrodisiacs' for women.
Regarding the dishes and the woman before him, Dean was actually more curious about why Eve had sought him out.
He knew the predicament Eve was in.
Strictly speaking, he was the one who gave Eve the opportunity to rise.
He was also the one who took that opportunity away.
Therefore, Dean was even more curious about what Eve planned to use to persuade him to help her.
