As he changed his shoes by the door, Albert heard her words.

He sneered, acknowledging that she was right. Growing up in a bad environment, he had become accustomed to surviving in seedy places by the age of fifteen. So it was natural for him to have grown up as a scoundrel.

Albert left the woman's apartment and drove back to his house. A red sports car was parked downstairs of his house. Sitting in the car, Aline was scrolling through messages on her phone.

Albert pulled up alongside her, lowered the window, and rested his arm on the sill.

"Are you still waiting for me?’