Why can he be so cruel, while she can't?
What kind of person is he really?
She always thought he was someone with a sense of propriety, yet tonight he came to find her...
He clearly knows that doing so only brings her harm, so why does he still allow this to happen?
Tonight, he was sometimes indifferent, yet at times he had a tender look in his eyes, what's that all about?
Countless questions tangled in Becca's mind, and finally, Becca could only keep cursing that person in her heart to vent...
A private club in New York City.
Chester Robinson put down his phone, a smile playing on his lips.
"Boss, you seem very satisfied right now."
Chester responded with an "Oh," raising an eyebrow, "Do I?"
His subordinate, Keith Antony said, "It seems you've taken a liking to someone else's discarded wife."
"Don't describe her like that." Chester glared at him displeased.
"Oh... not happy? Since when did the boss become so narrow-minded that even a word can upset you?"
