On the other side, at Adam Sinclair's house.
A man with a dark face kicked over the trash can and strode in.
Adam Sinclair glanced at the innocent trash can rolling on the ground, bent over and put the newly taken out vodka on the table, and complained to the man sitting on the couch next to him, "I bet 150 thousand that he must have been provoked by his sweetheart again."
Rupert Harris had just returned to the country and was not yet familiar with the domestic situation. Hearing Adam mention the sweetheart, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and he fixed his sharp eyes on Adam. His voice was low, "Huh?"
