Chapter 4

To handle some old documents and certificates, I drove that flashy red Porsche back to the city center.

I parked the car in front of a coffee shop I used to frequent.

I was about to get out when the corner of my eye caught a familiar figure.

Sharon.

She sat by the window in the coffee shop, across from a bejeweled rich lady.

Even through the glass, I could see her smug, animated expression.

"Oh, you have no idea---my Ethan is so successful now!" Her voice was shrill, piercing through the glass and faintly reaching my ears. "He sold…