The three of them were in the old alley, with the afternoon sun so intense it made one drowsy.
The shadows of Maeve Lane and Julian Fairchild were stretched very long, and the distance between them wasn't particularly close.
Yet their shadows intertwined intimately.
The man's figure was slender, and in a lazy posture, he listened to the girl's words, but his gaze carried not the slightest ripple.
He lowered his eyes and spoke to the sober Maeve Lane once more—
"Not interested."
...
The memory abruptly came to a halt.
The car had already arrived at Crestfall Bay Number 1.
Julian Fairchild got out of the car first.
The closer it got to that deadline, the more Maeve Lane found herself falling into a sporadic light anxiety.
She and Julian Fairchild had agreed on three years.
Now, two years and nine months had already passed.
Her current savings were thirty million, a far cry from the two hundred million she needed to repay Julian Fairchild.
