Revenge of the Hideous Lady by Moonlight

When Sebastian Brenand saw the call, he immediately picked up. He then leaned lazily against his chair. "What is it, Stanley? Did you miss me?"

"We haven't met up in a while. Let's have dinner tonight at seven o'clock. Take Rachel with you. We'll be dining at Room 808 in Palace Hotel," Stanley Batton said.

Sebastian would have directly agreed when his friend extended an invite like this in the past.

However, he didn't hesitate at all to reject him today. "Sorry, but I can't make it. I've been so busy lately that I only have time to spend with my wife at night. That's what I'll be doing after work.

"I'll take a raincheck and meet up with you guys some other time, okay? I'll go to your office and drink with you another day if you missed me that much," he suggested with a laugh.

"You know I don't drink during office hours," his friend replied drily.

"In that case, I'll drink while you watch me."

"Fine, whatever you want," Stanley agreed before quickly hanging up.

Sebastian set his phone aside and resumed work, feeling motivated by the thought of seeing his wife at home right after work.

He would feel particularly at ease no matter how tired he was whenever he thought about Rachel Wood.

Ring, ring, ring-

ringing on his

Brenand, your mother is downstairs, demanding to meet you. What do I

her out," he instructed

the office and asked her to leave, but she had refused. That's why the matter came into my hands." Sebastian had given specific instructions to his staff in advance to avoid anyone from his family finding him here, including the usual excuses to give anyone claiming

he let out a sigh. "All

trouble his mother would cause

again and say whatever he should

the door to his

mother stormed in and

appeared calm as he proceeded to sign a document without

was already upset from being turned away by the receptionists repeatedly. Now she was practically fuming to see

facial expression turned

what is the meaning

that I'm here? Don't you know how

gaze on her face. "A person? Are you a person? Why wasn't

mother instantly seethed

him and slapped

He wasn't even angry. Instead, he pressed his

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