Back at the hotel, they were ready to go back.

Lynn went back to the room to pack up and when she lay out the quilt, she found a delicate button on the bed sheet.

Picking up it, she was shocked because the clothes on her body didn't have such buttons, so it must have been left by the man the night before.

At this time, Benson stepped in, "Have you packed up. Let's go."

Lynn tightened her palms abruptly and hid the button. It was like a rusted nail pierced into her skin. She didn't want anyone to know that such an embarrassing thing had happened to her.

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