A LOSER, TODAY. A BILLONAIRE, TOMORROW

TWENTY

"Look at who we've got here, dear." Issac heard someone said behind his back, he was taken by surprise. He could never missed that voice —no, not even in his dream and he turn back towards the source of the voice.

It was Evans!

"The wretched lover boy." Evans laughed so hard at Issac, his laughter was holding nothing but mockery. "I wonder what he had came here for."

"He might have been sent on an errand by his boss." Amy replied, laughing alongside with Evans. "We can't tell, he might have got a job as an house help or maybe a laundry guy, who knows?"

"You seems to have a point, Amy." Evans agreed making a silly face at Issac. "But I would have loved it if he was to be our house help, you know, running errands for you."

"That won't be fare, darling." Amy disagreed, shaking her head negatively. "He's my wretched ex you know, I can't bear seeing his face around me."

"Yeah, and least I forgot..." Evans trailed off as he forced Isaac's palm open and gives him an invitation card. Is