Dan walks into the house first. He still has a strong strut, and that's courtesy of the throw that Alice threw him days ago.

He almost turns white when he sees Gray, but he recovers when he sees that Alice, his nightmare, is not in the house.

Wendy comes in next, she is wearing very tall stilettos, and she is rummaging through her bag.

She lifts her eyes and sees her ex-husband. Her eyes grow dark immediately with hate.

“Oh, I thought that the place stank with the strange odor of poverty. Mum, how long has Gray been here?” She asks.

“Thirty minutes,” her mother answers.

“Oh, he hasn't been here that long. It's not like he is too busy, it's not like he has something else to do.”

Wendy throws her Chanel bag on the chair and sits down. Her brother sits down next to their mother.

Their eyes are focused on one person in the room– on Gray.

“So, you came to my house the other day.” Wendy crosses her legs. “I heard that a friend of yours assaulted my brother.”

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