Richard Shaw left the South Seas on a private jet in the middle of the night. As he walked away, his steps remained steady, his figure upright, showing no trace of his injuries. If Delphine hadn't seen him tightly gripping the Buddha Beads on his wrist, she might have truly believed that no person or situation in this world could harm him anymore.
The rest of the night, Delphine couldn't sleep no matter how hard she tried.
Ignatius Leclair noticed her troubled mind and went to warm a cup of milk for her. Returning, he held her in his arms and said softly, "Old Richard has had a rough time all these years. He chose to retreat at the height of his fame, not only giving up a brilliant future but also living alone in a small wooden cabin in the suburbs, leading the life of an ascetic."
If it hadn't been for Leah's incident midway, Richard's position now might have been even higher.
