After waiting in the car for about half an hour, they saw a short, greasy, obese middle-aged man sporting a comb-over walk into the underground parking garage. Thea Grant recognized him at first glance.
The reason was simple: he was an absolute eyesore.
At the thought of such a young body being ruined by this beast, Thea gnashed her teeth in hatred.
Compared to Thea's impulsiveness, Shalma Hughes appeared much calmer.
She straightened her clothes, touched up her makeup in the Ferrari's rearview mirror, and stepped out elegantly. At this moment, Bank Manager Grant was walking in from the entrance, and the two met face-to-face.
There was no doubt that Shalma was stunningly beautiful. And it was set in stone that Bank Manager Grant was a dirty old man.
