"Baby, I swear to God, I don't know a single one of those fifty women. I have no relations with them!"
Duke Redington wished he could find a pineapple to kneel on, to express his loyalty to Sylvia Scott.
He was completely baffled.
Clearly, those women were sent to the Lucas family to trouble Aidan Lucas.
Why in one night's time did his dear wife come rushing over, full of distrust?
"Not know them? Of course, you don't... You've only been in A City for a few days, how could you have the time to meet those sweethearts one by one?"
Sylvia, with a flirtatious reproach, glared at him. Just thinking of the mocking tone those women used when speaking to her made Sylvia want to kick Ken Redington to the horizon.
"Twenty-odd years ago, you were just like this. Able to date over thirty girls at once. Now, twenty years later, you're back to your old ways, aren't you?"
When Duke Redington heard this, he instantly felt a heavy calamity upon him.
