Andrew raised his eyebrows when he heard that answer, "Then what kind of woman do you like? I'm sure Grandpa will ask you that." He brittled.
Mike returned to smoking his cigarette, then he got up from his chair, "I haven't found a woman I like, but I can guarantee that that woman is definitely not Leila!"
"Mike, where are you going?" Andrew asked, rising from his seat too, "Our dinner isn't over yet!"
But Mike kept walking to the door, "I have other business, so I'll be going now. Enjoy your dinner."
"Mike!" Andrew called his younger brother, but the young man left the room without heeding his brother's calls.
After Mike left the house, he immediately got into the Maserati car that was parked outside the gate. Mike slit open the car window to remove the cigarette butts he inhaled. The night wind blew into the car, helping Mike clear his head. The young man propped his elbows against the car's window while gazing at the star-studded night sky.
