Case Over

"Yuri, he asked me to have dinner with him before, but I rejected him. He probably thought that I was the same as those women from the French opera troupe that allowed him to do whatever that pleased him," said Irene Adler while putting down the teacup in her hand. "I can give you Yuri's address, and I can even ask him out for you, but what good is it for me?"

"What do you want?" Zhang Heng asked.

"Hmm...I haven't figured it out yet." Irene blinked.

"Let me know after you figure out what you want."

"Sounds good to me," replied Irene Adler. "In this case, Yuri is yours."

...

At the Royal Hotel.

Irene was sitting opposite a French man looking to be about 40 years old. The latter was going on about Paris's artistic atmosphere and how many outstanding artists were born there. Irene Adler was looking at the man with admiration, greatly elating the Frenchman.