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"A Favor Owed Will Eventually Be Repaid."

The next morning, Cynthia woke up to the sunlight streaming through the window, and when she glanced at the clock, it was already nine o'clock. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before suddenly recalling where she was.

After quickly freshening up, she hastily gathered her belongings. To her surprise, she found her phone sitting on the bedside table. A bit taken aback, she didn't think much of it and hurried out of the bedroom.

As she descended the spiral staircase, she noticed three men seated in the living room. Two of them, Jimbo and Sean, were familiar faces, but the third man was a stranger.

He wore a pinstripe suit, and his chiseled features gave him a distinctly mixed heritage look. At that moment, he was casually leaning back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, with an arm draped over the backrest. A cigar rested between his long, elegant fingers.