It was around ten o'clock in the night and Weylin was still on his computer, attending a business meeting virtually. Since he was in England, he sent his subordinates to the meetings while he was connected virtually to the meeting. He attended three business meetings since the morning and it was his last one. Though he was completely spent, he had no choice other than to put on a professional business smile on his lips and continue his work. 

"Damn! Finally, it's done." Weylin leaned against the backrest of the chair, feeling the soft cushion against his back. Massaging his temples, he threw his head back. "What time is it?" He looked at his wristwatch only to find it was half-past ten. "Why isn't Mrs Turner home yet?" His brows furrowed forming a frown. 

He immediately phoned his wife only to realize that her