Rex just straightened his jacket again, blissfully unaware of the brush with scandal, and focused on the massive gates ahead.
Various beauties loitering near the gates turned to glance at him, throwing flirty glances, playful smiles, and subtle waves—each hoping to catch his attention. But Rex paid them no mind. If it was some other situation, he may have stopped to appreciate the great canyons and valleys, but today wasn't just about partying. He had a mission—literally. The system's task loomed over him like a silent coach holding a clipboard, and he didn't have the luxury to waste time flirting.
