The nouveau riche finally snapped back to reality.
He lifted his head and hurriedly scanned the shop, searching for the customers he had just offended. If there was even a slim chance to explain, he had to try. Losing clients now would be disastrous.
Then his gaze landed on the woman bent over, retching weakly near the wall.
His brain froze.
“No… no way,” he muttered. “This has to be a mistake. God, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
He rubbed his eyes hard, once, twice.
The image didn’t change.
When his eyes shifted to the man standing beside her—one arm steadying her, the other gently wiping her lips—the world seemed to tilt.
It was them.
The couple from the Ni River villa district.
Especially that man.
He would never forget him.
His face drained of all color.
I’m finished.
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