"“Aziel seems like a good man. He would be loyal to you. Otherwise he wouldn't have been watching you and protecting you for seven years."

Sarah took a gulp of beer, and put a couple of peanuts in her mouth.

“Don't judge a book by its cover," she said indifferently.

“Even if he is a fan of mine, he's seven years younger than me. Not to mention I'm divorced with a daughter. I have been through it all and I've lost interest in romance.”

“But what if he's the one? Give him a try. Maybe it'll be true love," Betsy said encouragingly.

Sarah clicked her tongue and patted Betsy gently on the head.

“Little girl, what do you know about love? Passion fades with time and you get left with nothing but all the trouble to solve."

Sarah let out a sigh. Her cheeks had become red from all the beer.

“He's only 25. He's so young, with a promising life ahead of him. Men like that don't fall in love easily. Eventually he'll succumb to the temptations around him." With a self-deprecating smile, she said, "I don't think Aziel actually likes me. It was probably just a publicity stunt to win his company some popularity."

Betsy fell quiet after hearing this. With her head in her chin, she sighed, "Maybe you're right."

"Yes, that's my girl. Cheers!"

Sarah clinked her glass against Betsy's. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ariana with a sullen expression. Leaning over, she pinched her cheek and asked curiously, “What are you so worried about? You look miserable."

After a pause, Ariana decided to get it off her chest.

“I have this good friend, who is married. But there's this other woman who is very close to her husband. The woman would even answer his phone for him. And my friend's husband refuses to tell her about their relationship."

“Maybe it's a relative. Does he have a sister?" Betsy suggested, in between bites.

“Bullshit! The woman has to be his mistress," Sarah exclaimed, pounding her empty glass on the table.

"A phone holds private information. A man wouldn't hand his phone over to just any woman. She must be very good at this."

"Men are all the same! Your friend needs to see his true colors." Betsy sounded bitter.

“Yeah! Totally agree. Guys are the worst. Divorce is the only way." With that, Sarah refilled her glass and downed it in one go.

“Look at me. I'm divorced and free. I can do whatever I want and I'm so happy."