She walked into the palace-like House of Royals.

She walked to James and stood by his side. She looked at the table full of cigarettes and frowned.

“What’s the matter with you? How much did you smoke?”

“Sit anywhere.”

James glanced at Quincy lazily.

“There are drinks in the refrigerator. Take whatever you want.”

“James, cheer up a little. It’s just a divorce. What’s the whole fuss about? Go after her if you can’t let her go. Look at yourself right now. You look horrible,” Quincy scolded h