Rosalie and Byron had almost shopped at every store in the mall.

In a restaurant they did not notice, Alistair was sitting by the window and looking at them with interest.

If he was not mistaken, the woman beside Byron was Rosalie, the former Mrs. Lawrence.

“Have you found out the background of that woman?”

Opposite him, a man sat down respectfully, and Alistair turned around and asked.

Nodding slightly, the assistant took a document from his bag and pushed it to Alistair.

“According to the investigation, Byron’s ex-wife left silently six years ago and only recently returned from abroad. As soon as she returned to the country, she met Byron, and it seemed that Byron has been pestering her since then.”

Hearing this, Alistair seemed interested and stared at the woman not far away. “That woman? She’s beautiful, but so many beautiful women are interested in Byron. What makes her special?”

Pester.

It was not a word that seemed appropriate to describe Byron.

The assistant continued