Chapter 22

“I-Is that man truly Dexter himself? Or am I blind?”

“You're not wrong. Who else could it be but him with that shiny bald head?”

It was six o'clock in the evening and the peak hour for dinner.

Outside Eden Hotel, there was a long queue of individuals awaiting verification of their membership cards.

Then and there, everyone was shell-shocked as if they had seen a ghost. They stared in disbelief at