Francis did not like the tone of Brett's speech and was actually annoyed. His eyebrow rose to the highest level and he placed one of his hands on her waist. “Does that mean it doesn't matter how many years you're not by their side? Is that so, Mr. Husband?” Francis cursed Brett.

As he watched the muscular man, Brett frowned when he suddenly remembered something. “Wait, I think, we met before about a few years ago. I just can't remember where but--”

Francis suddenly turned pale at what he heard. “Where are you going and you seem to be in a hurry?” He changed the subject. Because he was so...