In the small hours, he watched the tired yet satisfied good-wife next door.
She forced herself up and shuffled to the bathroom for a shower, planning to leave shortly.
Hunter rose as well, moving to a blind spot in the apartment where the FBI cameras couldn't see.
Using the cabinets as cover, he pulled out a designer bag that had cost him several thousand us dollars.
He had to admit, with the dollar's hegemony, America's prices were low.
Hunter had checked online: among global listings, the States was one of the cheaper places for this luxury piece.
In countries that slapped high tariffs on luxuries—or were singled out by the brand—the same bag cost double, even triple.
Maggie soon stepped out of the bathroom and spotted Hunter in boxers, standing a few feet away with a half-smile.
She shot the handsome asian stud a playful glare; his powerful muscles fascinated her.
But tonight he had hurt her.
"You were too rough tonight," she rasped, wincing.
Clearly, the unpleasant session had left her throat sore.
"Ma'am," Hunter said, bringing the bag from behind his back.
"A little gift—hope you like it."
Most women, it seemed, were dragons at heart: coveting designer bags, watches, pearls, gems, diamonds.
The good wife next door was no exception.
The instant she saw the bag dangling from his hand, her eyes lit up.
Any irritation over her aching throat vanished.
She hadn't given herself for nothing after all—here was her payoff.
"Really?" she croaked, unable to hide her excitement.
Hunter nodded and handed the bag over.
Maggie snatched it, cradling it like a treasure.
America has its billionaires, and the middle class lives well, but most citizens aren't as rich as the GDP suggests.
Many Americans spend life juggling credit cards, debts, and bankruptcies.
A bag costing a few grand equals an average worker's monthly pay—not a casual purchase for people already buried in loans.
"Thank you!" After fondling the bag, she planted a loud kiss on his cheek.
Back when she was young and at her peak, she'd had countless suitors, including aging tycoons.
She'd been wild and reckless, trading on looks and figure, indulging without restraint.
In the end, she'd slid into topless dancing.
Now she willingly fooled around with this young asian hottie—not just because he was handsome and tireless, but because he stirred memories of her lost youth and first love.
Seeing her playing with the bag, her face still seemed a bit distracted.
Hunter deliberately showed considerable intimacy, whispering in the ear of this good neighborly wife, "There's a room card in the bag, it's for the seaside hotel."
"I happen to have some time recently. How about we go there and play for three days?"
Maggie was a bit moved, and after hesitating for a while, she nodded in agreement.
"Okay!"
She wasn't a qualified mother, but she still cared about her two children.
Clearly, her agreement now was thanks to the bag Hunter had given her.
Seeing this, the smile on Hunter's face deepened.
"Great, then you should head over there directly today."
"Don't worry about the expenses at the hotel; I'll settle the bill in the end."
"Remember, don't let your husband find out!"
Within today or tomorrow, Stanfield would take action!
Even if the other party could hold back, Hunter would act in the shadows to divert the FBI's attention.
When that time came, Michael's family would most likely suffer great misfortune.
Hunter intended to save this passionate neighborly wife's life.
Inviting her to a seaside hotel far from the apartment for a few days was specifically to save Maggie.
But as for the rest of Michael's family, Hunter had no obligation to save them.
Whether they could survive would depend on their own luck.
After a bit more tenderness, Maggie soon left, carrying the designer bag Hunter had given her.
Although she was already in her thirties and far less popular than she had been ten years ago,
there were always some big spenders at the nightclub who gave generous tips.
Maggie occasionally received some gifts, though most were just cosmetics or small items, which she would usually sell for cash.
Michael still needed her to earn money to support the family, so he had always turned a blind eye.
After seeing Maggie off, Hunter closed the door and took a shower.
Afterward, he turned off the lights, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep shortly after.
There were many things to do during the day, although his physical attributes had all surpassed three times that of an ordinary person.
Going without sleep for a night or two didn't have much of an impact on Hunter.
But there was no need for that!
In a flash, several hours later, Hunter slowly opened his eyes.
After scanning the room with his gaze, his five senses and memories awakened.
He slowly stood up and first cleaned up the battlefield he had made a mess of last night.
Then, after a simple wash, he prepared a hearty breakfast for himself.
Recently, as Hunter finally raised his Culinary Skill to LV5,
he discovered that his current cooking skills had definitely reached the level of a world-class celebrity chef.
Whether it was the Xia Country Cuisine he was best at, or the Turkish, Mexican, Italian, and French cuisines he had recently learned,
the delicacies made by his hands were irresistible even to a foodie like himself.
Because of this, the number of times Hunter ate out was becoming fewer and fewer.
After a hearty breakfast, he quickly went to wash the dishes and utensils.
Seeing that it was broad daylight outside, Hunter prepared to head out.
Standing in a blind spot where the surveillance cameras couldn't see, he took a serious look around the apartment he was renting.
If nothing unexpected happened, he should be able to stay here for a few more days.
If everything went according to Hunter's plan, there was no telling what state this apartment would be ruined in two days.
At that moment, he picked up the drawing board he had recently bought.
Hunter pushed open the door and soon left the apartment...
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