Kate reached Los Angeles at dusk. After she got out of the train station, she found the street was decorated with roses and balloons. Lovers were showing affection in public. She realized that it was Valentine's Day. The huge screens outside the mall were showing commercials of diamonds, jewels, roses, and chocolates. Yearning girls were looking up at the screen with envy.

Kate smiled at the scene while avoiding the crowd. She shoved her way to the bus stop. This had nothing to do with her. She came to this city to make a living and caught sight of the evilest side of this prosperous city.

Now the neon lights and luxurious shops could not distract her any longer. She felt that everything was costly, and sometimes people paid in blood. She was in the same city but in a different place.

Tristan was sitting in his car, flipping through a finance magazine. There was an interview with him. He didn't spend much time on the lengthy and flattering article but rested his eyes on a picture of himself wearing sunglasses and a golf cap while holding a golf club. That image looked like a stranger to him.

He saw from the corner of his eyes that the glass door of the apartment building was pushed open, and a slender figure came out. He put away the magazine and opened the car door.

A tall and gorgeous lady wearing a black mink cashmere coat and a red dress underneath came near. Her long sleek golden hair was braided into a bun. Her makeup perfectly enhanced her natural beauty. When she opened her mouth, a sweet and amiable voice said very pleasantly, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."