At the same time, in the VIP room upstairs, Byron was expressionless as he watched a bunch of pot-belled middle-aged men toasting to one another.

When he picked Estie up that afternoon, she had been feeling very down. When they reached home, she even threw a tantrum at him.

Byron could guess why she was in a bad mood. It was probably because she had not been able to meet that woman, or rather, the fact that the woman had become so distant to her.

The root of the problem lay with him, though.