Olivia Brown couldn't help but sigh, "Back then, the most admired top student at Bordine University, how cold and heartless, how condescending you were. The number of crushed hearts you left behind could have filled an ocean. Even Lily, a goddess among women, couldn't win you over. And now, look at you, over a decade later, conquered by a young girl. If Lily knew, she might start to question her own charm again."
As if recalling something, Olivia Brown added, "Lily is planning to return to the country for her career, did you know that?"
Owen Moreland put down his cup and nodded.
"Speaking of which, her French husband bears some resemblance to you—tall and well-built, with a stern look in his eyes. I heard that French guy was quite lovestruck, treating Lily excessively well, as if he wanted to carry her in the palm of his hand every day. I remember their oldest child is thirteen, and the youngest is also six years old, yet somehow, they suddenly divorced—"
