Thrown out of the mansion like a piece of trash, Thomas picked himself off the floor and glared at the stern-looking men standing in front of the house.

That rich bastard had gone back inside.

“Probably gone to think of how he was going to fuck that bitch!” Thomas thought in fury.

When one of the men took a menacing step forward, Thomas quickly turned around and hurried towards his car.

The car which wouldn’t get the refilled AC gas as soon as Thomas had thought when he drove up that driveway that morning.

He couldn’t believe how drastically things had turned so fast.

He had thought he couldn’t lose...