Chapter 103

Victor smiled faintly. “Don’t expect me to go easy on you.” After saying that, he chuckled and gave the guy a casual punch on the shoulder, then walked out. The room had two doors—his contact was waiting inside, someone he’d gotten through a favor. He didn’t ask too many questions. All he knew was that this had something to do with the Morgans. Julian entered the room. Inside sat a middle-aged woman with snow-white hair, her face haggard and drawn. She stared at Julian in a daze for a long moment, then muttered out of nowhere, “My son was just as handsome as you.” Julian gave her a warm, polite smile. “Thank you, ma’am. That’s kind of you.” … Out on the terrace. Claire propped up her head, completely drained, as she listened to people gossip away about her for over ten minutes. They told those stories with such drama and flair, like they were performing a dang play. The bit they kept repeating most? That she had some insane bedroom skills—one girl even claimed Claire had mastered some