Brittany found herself conflicted.


    Was Horace leaving? Just like that?


    Horace walked over to the door and reached out to open it.


    Standing outside was a young, stunning woman. When she saw Horace, she hesitated for a moment, then her cheeks flushed. "H -Hi, Mr. Larson."


    Horace looked at her. "You now me?"


    "Of course, I know you. Who in the whole Capital doesn''t? But you probably don''t know me."


    This woman had been sent by Brittany. Naturally, she knew her role was to serve the man.


    She figured any man connected to Brittany was certainly no ordinary guy. At the very least, he had to be wealthy or powerful


    The woman had arrived eager and ready, but when she saw Horace she waspletely stunned. She felt like she had just won the jackpot. How could she have imagined that the man she would be serving tonight was none other than Horace Larson?


    Horace caught the look of desire and anticipation in her eyes, and curled his lips into a cold smirk. "Then let''s get started right here."


    Right here?


    The woman nced at Brittany, who was still in the room. "Maybe this isn''t the best ce. Ms. Brewer is still here."


    Horace sneered. "That''s fine. She called for you, so I''m sure she won''t mind us starting right here."


    Brittany''s hands and feet went cold. She had known Horace wouldn''t let her off so easily. Sure enough, he nned to sleep with this woman right in her room, or even in front of her.


    Horace looked at the woman. "You only get one chance. If you''re not willing to do it, you can leave now, and I''ll find someone


    else."


    The woman immediately replied, "No, I''ll do it. Let''s start."


    She stepped forward and stood in front of Horace, cautiously raising her hands. "I''ll help you with your clothes."


    Horace didn''t refuse.


    Brittany watched as the woman''s hands reached for the belt of Horace''s robe, beginning to pull it loose.


    Unable to bear the scene, Brittany turned on her heel and walked out.


    "Mr. Larson, Ms. Brewer has left."


    Horace''s eyes darkened as he stared after Brittany''s retreating figure.


    Outside the vi, Brittany climbed into her luxury car. Tonight, she had handed


    over her room and her vi to Horace to let him be with another woman. She was ready to drive away.


    But she didn''t know where she was going.


    Her heart felt bitter and aching. Even now, she had to admit that she still loved Horace.


    After more than twenty years, she hadn''t forgotten him. She couldn''t ept the thought of him being with someone else.


    Yet, the past he shared with Ida was like a sharp thorn in her heart. As long as Ida existed, there was no chance for her to reconcile with him.


    Brittany''s eyes burned with heat, and soon tears began to fall.


    She was crying.


    She was crying again for Horace.


    Suddenly, the car door was flung open, and a deep, rough voice sounded above her. "What are you crying for?" Brittany froze, quickly looking up. She saw Horace standing outside the car, looking down at her from above.


    Her mind went nk, a buzzing emptiness filling her head. She stared at Horace


    in shock, unable to understand how he was here. Wasn''t he supposed to be with that woman?


    "Why are you here


    "What do you expect? Were you hoping I''d actually do something with her?"


    Brittany was stunned: "Don''t you want to be with her?"