533, can't just set a flag (fourth update, ask for support)

Noon.

In a high-end restaurant in North Brook District.

A forty-something widow named Emily, dressed dazzlingly as if she were only in her thirties, had a charming smile on her face.

She gazed affectionately at Father Tony and Tom seated opposite her.

Of course.

Her main target was Tom.

"Hello, I'm Emily, we should have met before," she initiated the conversation, eager to make an impression.

In contrast, Tom.

He glanced surreptitiously at Emily's figure and sneered inwardly, "From this woman, I smell the scent of desire."

In this world.

There probably weren't many who had slept with more women than Tom.

He saw right through Emily's intentions.

So with a play-hard-to-get attitude, he merely grunted, "Hello."

His tone was quite indifferent.

Father Tony was somewhat puzzled next to him, catching Tom's eye and wondering, "Isn't Tom trying to seduce Emily? Why is he so aloof now?"

Tom gave Father Tony a sidelong glance.