None of them had returned to the country.

What did that mean, unless Stanley Batton was lying?

He might have cheated on his wife.

‘D*mn!’ Sharon Lindt thought.

She promptly stood up and addressed the women who were cheerfully drinking coffee and chatting in front of her. “I have to leave as something urgent came up. You girls can continue.”

With so much happening, she needed to look for Xyla Quest first to see how she was doing and if she was feeling depressed.

After that, she would yell at her disappointing son, ask him to get a divorce, and kick him out.

A jerk like him didn’t deserve to be with Xyla.

He also didn’t deserve the Batton family’s inheritance.

Before her friends could say anything, Sharon stormed out of the cafe with her phone in hand, feeling inexplicably angry the more she thought about this.

She started her pink Maserati engine but didn’t depart immediately. Instead, she called Xyla on the phone only to find it had turned off.

Sharon felt panicked suddenly.