Chapter 932

Also, wouldn't that just benefit Richard's pair of illegitimate children? Still, Marika had no control over Terence or Maryanne. Neither of them would listen to her. The darkness of the night only deepened the feeling of desolation and heartache. Perhaps the tension had grown too overwhelming—Terence didn't stay the night. He packed a few shirts and went to another property closer to the airport. Just after settling in, his phone rang. Kristin was calling. "You haven't left yet?" Terence was surprised she was still using a local number. He'd assumed she'd already gone overseas. From her end of the call, he could hear occasional car horns in the background. Her tone was casual, as always. "I was worried you'd be too happy if I disappeared." Terence sat on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the night. His voice was dull. "I'm leaving soon." "I know." Kristin rattled off his flight number, down to his exact seat. With her skills, hacking into the system