Lucien Gray turns her chin, his piercing eyes reach deep into her eyes. He says in a cold voice, “Your shame do has nothing to do with me!”
He pushes Nina Morrison away fiercely and slams on the brake, “Get off! Go to your guest!”
Guest? Isn’t that the word for a whore? Lucien Gray dares to insult her like that! Trembling with anger, Nina Morrison pulls off the seat belt and gets out of the car, slamming the door with a loud bang.
Lucien Gray stares at her back going away, a tiny figure in dirty coat, she looks humble in the sunlight.
The anger in Lucien Gray’s eyes drops away. Somewhere in his heart aches. He takes out the phone and dials a number without thinking, “Help me find out who is the woman that makes trouble in the hall of the first floor of HSK today. The sooner the better.”
Nina Morrison returns home. She finds her door is splashed with ink. Someone brushes “Steal other’s husband, bitch!” on the door in red paint.
Nina Morrison’s liver hurts with anger. She doesn’t even know that fat woman! Who knows who her husband is! What a shit luck!
The job at HSK should have been promising. But it must be screwed after today’s farce!
Nina Morrison is frustrated to the extremes. She doesn’t have mood to think about the work. So she spends two days listlessly.
At noon on the third day, a strange number calls up.
“Hello?” Nina Morrison picks up the phone listlessly.
The silence on the other end of the phone lasts for a moment, and a female voice says with difficulty, “Nina Morrison, I did it impulsively. Will you stop? Shall we stop fighting?”
It sounds familiar, but Nina Morrison doesn’t understand what she’s saying, “Sorry. Who’s that?”
“This is Abby Lewis.”
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