At the same time, Hugh Ronan also saw the official announcement about Eva Ronan and Max Shaw.
Outside the window, the night was thick, and the man lay on the recliner by the floor-to-ceiling window, scrolling through the comments on his social media feed, his expression full of disdain and contempt.
Those two have been sleeping together for what feels like eight hundred years, and they still have the face to pretend it was love at first sight.
The man sneered dismissively, too lazy to continue watching their public display of affection.
His finger swiped casually, and he unexpectedly saw a new post from Wendy Wayne.
There was no text, just a picture of a glass of red wine and a slice of triangle cake on a wooden table.
Hugh instinctively clicked on the picture and zoomed in to examine the details closely.
Half a minute later, he dialed Wendy Wayne's number.
