He had a decent job, but he got it by getting drunk and pleasing his clients over and over. Whenever he encountered difficult middle-aged female clients, he always needed to sacrifice his body. If he couldn't get an erection, he's have to take a pill to get himself going.

But those women's bodies made him sick.

Nevertheless, he had made a lot of money at Fowler Group, so there was no reason for him to leave. With the money, he had purchased a big apartment that covered an area of about 180 square meters. He now had a firm foothold in Duefron. He even had a young girl that was with him. Even if he couldn't make her pregnant, there was a way he could give the Jenkins family an heir.

Back then, it looked as if he had everything he needed, but when Melissa appeared, it suddenly felt as if he didn't have much after all.

"I'm not qualified to take part in today's activity in the first place, but I'm here," he said with a bitter smile on his face. "Why do you think I was able to come, and who do you think arranged it?"