Trevor Sherman leaned back in his chair and pressed his forehead with his hand.
He felt exhausted after experiencing so many of these things.
Why were there so many gold-digging women in the world?
He wished he could meet a kind, pure girl who wasn't after money.
But...
Could he still meet one?
Trevor opened his eyes and looked out the window.
A moment later, Trevor continued, "Okay, I got it."
Soon after.
The car stopped in front of a luxurious villa.
Trevor got out of the car.
Inside the villa.
Mrs. Sherman had her legs crossed, sitting on the sofa watching TV.
Hearing the noise outside, she glanced out the window, "You're back."
"Grandma."
Trevor took off his suit and handed it to a servant.
"Did you eat?" Mrs. Sherman asked without taking her eyes off the TV.
"I ate."
Trevor sat down next to Mrs. Sherman.
At this moment, Mrs. Sherman sniffed her nose, "Why is there a smell of blood? Are you hurt?"
"Yes." Trevor squinted, "I fell for those old guys' traps."
