Desmond trudged through the hotel lobby. He was totally exhausted and angry. The conference had left him drained, and Anabel's sudden appearance had made him unsettled.

As he was walking towards his room, he noticed a familiar figure standing in front of the room opposite his. He could tell who the person was.

It was Anabel. Desmond's heart skipped a beat. Not because he saw her, but because she wasn't alone. A man was with her, and he was opening the door for her. It wasn't even Jethro. He was a huge, rich-looking, handsome man. He has never seen that figure before.

"Who the fucking hell is this man?" Desmond...