Brandan Hyde recuperated in the hospital for a few days before planning to return to River City.
The wound on his back was deep, but fortunately, it didn't affect his lungs, just flesh wounds, stitched up and scabbing over.
He booked a flight at 3 PM, and Brandan Hyde made a phone call to Alex Hawk to inform him of his afternoon departure and to meet for lunch.
The sunlight in Columbia at noon was bright, and the handsome young Eastern man walking through the streets attracted quite a few tourists to stop and turn their heads. The sunlight cast varying shadows on his face, giving him an intense, ethereal beauty akin to an oil painting, captivatingly alluring.
Alex Hawk leaned against a shop's doorpost, his refined and charming features with a flirtatious glance exuded some enticing charm, surrounded by a number of young beautiful women as he diligently handed out his phone number from his mobile.
