Mason flew to Hucksburgh, and by the time the car arrived at Hucksburgh Hotel, it was nine in the evening.

Neon lights were shining brightly.

The night was gentle and charming.

Mason stepped out of the black RV. At first glance. He saw a couple strolling side by side.

His wife was with another man.

In the early winter night, she wore a deep camel cashmere coat. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders with a slight curl, adding a touch of romance to the night. Her face was serene, an