Clear-sky Lake Tourist Resort.
The lake was shrouded in the night, its surface shimmering poetically.
On the hillside of the resort, there was a luxurious villa, nestled amid lush greenery.
A Rolls-Royce drove along the winding path.
Soon, it arrived at the entrance of the villa's courtyard.
The heavy bronze gate slowly opened.
The Rolls-Royce drove in.
As the car door opened, a beautiful leg emerged.
It was Teresa Thorne.
Today, she wore a very short tight-fitting skirt, her long legs glowing white under the moonlight, looking quite alluring.
She swayed her hips.
Gracefully walked into the villa's living room.
At this time, Bennett Kane, dressed in a robe, was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, enjoying the elegant piano music surrounding the room; life seemed quite comfortable.
He heard the click of high heels on the floor.
Bennett Kane opened his eyes.
