321 Penelope's Call

When they left the prison, Dylan was waiting with the car parked at the entrance.

Mr. Satan opened the door and got in, leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes.

"Boss, are you tired?" Dylan selected a soothing piano piece, and the beautiful music flowed through the car.

Mr. Satan pressed his fingers to his eyes, looking weary. "How is Emily?"

"Don't worry, she's still sleeping."

"Good." Mr. Satan seemed to relax a bit, but there was still a hint of melancholy.

The car drove slowly, and it was already dark outside.

From the prison to the Hilton Hotel was quite a distance, taking over an hour to drive.

"If you're tired, you can sleep for a bit. I'll wake you when we get there," Dylan said, knowing his boss's behavior and expressions well.

Mr. Satan gave a slight "hmm" and stopped talking.

Maybe it was the warmth and comfort of the car, but he gradually drifted into a semi-dreamlike state.

"Boss?"

In a daze, he heard Dylan calling him.

Mr. Satan woke slightly. "What?"