Crystal looked at Eric with wide eyes, repeated, “What? Mr. Garcia is interested in Nancy?”

“Or else why do you think I asked him for help? And why is he willing to help despite the trouble?”

Eric took out a cigarette, offered his lighter at full stretch to Crystal, and said, “Darling, light a cigarette for me, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

“You are not disabled; can’t you light it up yourself?” Roasted Crystal.

“I prefer your help.”

On the second floor, a pair of cold and lackluster eyes were focusing on the two far away.

The two were talking and smiling happily in his eyes, exactly...