Four years later, Xavier sat slumped in the CEO's office, surrounded by cigarette butts and empty liquor bottles.
His secretary pushed open the door, coughing violently through the smoke before managing to speak. "Mr. Sterling, regarding the Ashford Alley acquisition…"
"I don't care about that!" Xavier roared, hurling a bottle at him. "I told you to find Wendy! It's been four years. Where is she?"
The secretary ducked, quickly set aside the bidding documents, and handed him a photograph instead. "Mr. Sterling… does this woman's silhouette look like Mrs. Sterling to you?"
Xavier's gaze dropped to the photo, and half his drunken haze vanished instantly.
"That's Wendy. Find out where she lives. I'm going now."
He rushed for the door, only to catch sight of his reflection in the glass. U
