"Ed, are you there?" Sandra stepped onto the second-floor balcony of her villa. She found her husband sitting relaxed, enjoying the view of the beach while sipping his hot coffee.
"So, does that kid really have the money to buy that mansion?" asked Edward.
Sandra sat down next to Edward, bringing her own coffee to keep her husband company. After all, she needed caffeine to stay sane in the face of the bitter reality of her life.
How could Sandra have known that Edwin, Riki's father, had that much money stashed away somewhere? If Sandra had known, she would have told Edwin that Anton was his son before the plan to bring Edwin down was carried out.
Damn.
Now it was too late, because Riki—wait, maybe it wasn't too late at all.
