After her phone call with Caroline, Sarah had been restless, constantly fidgeting.
Worry etched her features as she turned to the man next to her. "Darling, I'm genuinely scared of Eric taking revenge on me."
The man she called "darling" was in his forties but looked remarkably well-preserved.
Had it not been for the pronounced crow's feet by his eyes, one might easily mistake him for a man in his thirties.
Broad-shouldered with a piercing gaze, he was a shrewd and ambitious businessman.
Greed often came hand-in-hand with a certain lust, and Feyman Ramsey was no exception. His choice of a mistress half his age rather blatantly showcased this aspect of his character.
"Don't worry about it. Isn't he in the hospital? He won't be able to get back at you!" Feyman patted his
