Thinking of this, Alan Morgan slammed the desk fiercely.
Bang!
The back of his hand was bloodied and mangled.
"Mr. Morgan!"
The person who came in saw Alan Morgan's actions and, shocked, walked a few steps forward to stand in front of him.
"Where is Shirley Grant now?"
"At the Royal Bay Villa."
Royal Bay Villa was supposed to be their starting point toward happiness.
As soon as these words fell, Alan Morgan had already disappeared from sight.
Royal Bay Villa!
Shirley Grant is at Royal Bay Villa!
Why would she go there? That place is no longer her home!
She actually doesn't have the key to that place; she already sold it!
Screech—
The sound of the car brakes echoed throughout Royal Bay Villa; this high-end villa complex had never been disturbed by such noise.
Shirley Grant opened her eyes drowsily, as if she saw someone walking toward her.
Is it the owner of the villa?
She hesitated; sitting at someone else's doorstep surely appeared quite improper.
