Sherry slightly drew her brows and wanted to say something, but at this moment, Pacey’s phone rang. It was from the secretary.

"Mr. Grant, everyone has arrived."

Pacey hung up the call and gave Sherry a gentle kiss on her lips, "I have things to do. What happened just now, won't happen again."

Sherry looked at his back as he left and suddenly she said, "Pacey, do you know what day is tomorrow?"

Pacey's phone rang again at that moment, which just covered her gentle voice, and as he picked up the phone, he walked outside.

Sherry turned to look at the empty wall. Here is the perfect spot she saved for their wedding photos.

When they got married, they were on the rise in their career. They were so busy that they didn't even have time to sleep every day. They didn't have any wedding ceremony, just spent an hour at the registry office to register their marriage.

There was no wedding, no diamond ring, not even a photo.

Pacey promised her that there would be a grand wedding when the company is on the right track, but Sherry was not someone who cared about the material existence. To her, even a grand wedding was just a show for outsiders.

However, she always felt that there should be a wedding photo placed in the center of the living room.

Now that the Sherry-Grant Group had succeeded, she thought that Pacey should be able to fulfill her wish, but he... he never mentioned it again.

"Buzz--"

The phone vibrated, a message from the wedding dress store: 【Dear Sherry, you have made an appointment with our studio for tomorrow's wedding photography...... We will do our best to serve you.】

......

Hyatt Club. Man's paradise. A notorious place for throwing around the money.

In private rooms, men drowned themselves in sex and pleasures, with prostitutes lying on them erotically.

The dim light outlines his firm facial contours. He has a pair of charming eyes. He is wearing a handmade custom-made suit that accentuates his seriousness and deepness. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his calm and handsome attracted the girls in the room.

He came here today with a few friends in business and soon felt bored. He shook the glass, sipped the wine, and planned to leave.

"Are you leaving now? The best part is yet to come... Are you afraid of being known by GM Sherry?"

Following the teasing, there was a flurry of laughter in the room.

Even though she had already left Sherry-Grant Group for two years, people who had seen her in the business back then were used to calling her GM Sherry whenever she was mentioned.

"Please stay, Pacey. Today is a good day. There are several new girls, very young and tender." The person in charge of Hyatt Club had a lot of makeup on. Even though she is in her 40s, she still looked attractive.

Pacey curled his lip and lazily said, “Ms. Carol, didn’t you hear them saying that I have a wife?”

Carol smiled fawningly at his words, "How could any man live with the same woman for the rest of his life? Even if she's beautiful, you will want a change after staying with her for such a long time, right? That’s the conditioning of life.”

Especially in this circle, there were no secrets, and Pacey was not a good husband who never cheated on his wife. Many people knew that he had just kept a mistress not long ago.

All her new bar girls are good-looking, so Carol was sure that Pacey would be impressed.

"Since they're good-looking, please introduce them to these bosses later. I'm afraid I have to leave now." He wasn't much in the mood today.

"Pacey! Pacey! They'll be here any minute." Seeing that he was leaving, Carol was anxious. He was a big customer of the club, and she must keep him tonight.

But it seemed that Pacey's indifferent about her words. Could the rumors be fake?

People say that, after three years of marriage, the couple really has a solid relationship, is that true?

"Carol! Help me!"

Before Pacey could open the door, a woman, with torn clothing, hands over her collar, and tears in her eyes, rushed into the room totteringly.

Sherry?

Pacey hold his breath, and for a moment it dawned on him that he was mistaken only for a second. When the woman raised her head, he already knew he had got the wrong person.

Farida Ross slightly raised her head, showing her deliberately decorated eyebrow. She was surprised and joyful: "Pacey...It’s you."

Pacey...

Somehow, there was a little bit of ambiguity in the air, especially when the affectionate woman slowly spoke out the man's name.

Carol noticed that Pacey had hold in his steps, and then she looked at Farida's pretty face. She smiled complacently: she was right. No man in this world did not cheat.

"Farida, what's wrong with you? It was you who begged me desperately that you need money for your badly diseased father. I kept you because I pity you. But you keep making trouble. If you offend the guests again, I won't keep you anymore."

Horror and fear flashed across Farida’s face. "Carol, I’m so sorry. But, but that man...he... he placed his hand on me, and I......"

Carol was unhappy about what she said: "What kind of place do you think our club is? Who do you think you are? If you want to make money and save your father, you have to risk everything. Since you are not willing to serve the customers, don't say that I leave you alone. Leave now. Hyatt is not for you."

Farida clenched her fists and bit her lip, with tears of humiliation in her eyes. "I, I...I understand," she said.

Before she left, she suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at Pacey again, as if she had gathered up all her courage. She said: "Pacey, will you...will you help me? I haven't...haven't been touched by anyone. As long as you help me, I... I am willing to repay you with anything."

Pacey did not answer her but did not refuse her either.

Carol is good at reading people’s faces. She immediately understood what is going on here. The reason she kept Farida was her good-looking face. And She knows that as a pretty woman, Farida must be unwilling to be at the bottom all her life. She would sacrifice herself at all costs, as long as she found her prey.

Customers who came to Hyatt are all prestigious figures. Even if she couldn’t force one’s wife to leave, it was good enough to become a mistress.

Carol smiled: "Mr. Pacey, you see..."

"You know me?" Pacey looked into Farida's eyes. They looked very much alike indeed.

Farida nodded shyly, "I'm a student at Squareburg University, one year younger than you and Sherry."

Pacey lifted her jaw and gently rubbed her eyebrows, "Want to be with me?"

Farida nodded with a little shyness.

A few seconds later, Pacey let go of her hand.

Farida’s face went pale. She thought she was refused.

"I take her with me."

Even the most heavenly melody was not as beautiful as his words.

Carol’s face lit up with pleasure. She gazed at the shy Farida with a deep look in her eyes. She said with a smile: "As long as you like her, Pacey. Please take care of Farida."

Pacey threw a card for her.

Carol gladly took it. "Farida, from now on, you must serve Mr. Pacey well. I have told you that you are a lucky girl. It's so lucky for you to be chosen by Mr. Pacey."

Compared to those old and fat men who looking for sadistic pleasure, a handsome and rich young man like Pacey was of course the best customer.

“It seems like Pacey is the lucky guy. He has a pretty wife who could help him in his career. When he had a successful career, his wife willingly retired to the home and became a good housewife. Thanks to her, our Pacey was able to be a hero in the outside world to rescue the beauty!. But I wonder what would Sherry feel if she found she was cheated?” Yann Moore sneered.

Pacey slowly straightened his cuffs and pulled Farida over incidentally. His bony fingers lifted her hair. "Mr. Moore likes Sherry too, isn’t he?"

Pacey’s mouth raised a mocking smile. “...unfortunately, she is my wife, forever.”

Farida was taken away by Pacey, under the envious sights of other girls.

"Come in."

Pacey took her to one of his apartments, which was elegantly decorated and luxurious.

Farida entered and asked tentatively, "Is Sherry at home?"

Pacey, taking out a glass and a bottle of wine from the cabinet, glanced at her with a smile: "She doesn't live in such a place."

It's just an apartment. She deserves a better place.

Hearing this, Farida blushed and asked him cautiously, "That's not what I mean. I was just afraid...Sherry would be unhappy if she saw you took me home."

Pacey leaned on the sofa, swaying the wine glass with his slender fingers, sniffing the wine, and screwed up his eyes. He said: "Another woman was living here this morning, who was sent to a red light district in another country. Do you know why?"

Another woman?

Farida was stunned: "W......Why?"

Pacey sipped the wine\ with his thin lips, and the sweetness of the wine spread in his mouth "Because she disturbed Sherry's tranquility."

Suddenly, Farida felt creepy. She forced a smile.

Pacey waved his hand slightly letting her sit down: "Tell me about you."

Farida lowered her head and said: "My father had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage while working the year I graduated. Although he was cured, he spent all the family savings. My mother is in poor health and has no financial resources. All these years, my father was the only one who supported the whole family. Now, not only can he not work hard, but he also has to spend a lot of money on treatment every month. I ... I have no choice but to work in the Hyatt Club.”

She looked at the man in front of her with hope and anxiety as if he was her salvation.

Pacey didn't say anything, and Farida approached him cautiously, resting her head on his shoulder: "Pacey, help me."

Pacey raised his hand, touching her hair, and said something inexplicable. He said, "You have a pair of beautiful eyes."

She looked a lot like her.

Farida didn’t understand his words. Just then, Pacey's phone rang.

It was Sherry calling.

Pacey paused for a moment, put his finger on Farida's lips, and answered the phone.

Farida knew what that meant, and she kept quiet. She knew that she didn't have the qualification to say not.

"Sherry~~"

No matter how many years have passed, every time he called out her name, his voice was full of tenderness, which was exactly the same as when Farida witnessed their love in the college.

Farida was jealous of Sherry, but she didn’t show it.

Both of them were women, but she almost sell her body for a living, while Sherry was held in the palm of Pacey's hand.

"Pacey, are you still on your work? Tonight..."

"There's a meeting at night. I won’t go back if it's too late." Pacey said.

After hearing his words, Sherry, who was picking ingredients in the supermarket, paused for a moment. She never played a petty temper when it came to Pacey’s work. If he said he had work to do, no matter what she wanted to say, she could only reply to him: "Don't be too late. Take care of yourself...I'll bring you the dinner."

She had nothing to do at home, and she hadn't stepped into the company for a long, long time.

Pacey withdrew his fingers from Farida's lips, "There is no need to do this. I'll be distracted if you’re here."

He was very good at saying sweet words, especially to her. Otherwise, he couldn’t cajole her in those days.

After hanging up, Sherry in the supermarket looked at the food in her shopping cart and didn't want to continue shopping. She accidentally knocked over something on the shelf around the corner. When she bent down to pick it up, darkness came over her eyes.

She thought it was just hypoglycemia and didn't mind it, but as soon as she stood up, her head spins dizzily.

The thing in her hand fell and she fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?"

"Help! Somebody has passed out!"