Alan Morgan angrily kicked open the glass Grand Gate of his Office Room and started striding out.
"Buy that Villa back for me!"
Damn it! That was the house they had prepared for their marriage—their wedding home! How dare she sell it!
"Yes."
After abruptly hanging up the phone, Alan Morgan walked into the elevator, so furious he wished he could grab Shirley Grant and give her a good few kicks.
"Shirley Grant!"
Alan Morgan forced her name through clenched teeth, the very picture of someone grinding their teeth in rage.
This display of fury was foreign even to Alan Morgan himself.
He was never like this before.
Indeed, only a woman has the power to change a man.
In a Border Town of S City, endless commoner houses and a few sporadic small Supermarkets and Dining Halls formed the busiest street in the town.
A little farther north, fields and woods stretched out, with a few households nestled within.
Shirley Grant lived in one of these.
