"Then, there's no choice but to go back tomorrow. We'll catch up when we find time," Sabrina said.

Bradley's heart ached even more at her words.

“Man proposes but God disposes. Let's drink to good luck," Bettie said, filling their glasses.

Bradley was in the depths of despair. He grabbed his wine and drank it down in one go, vowing, “If I find out who moved the shoot up, I‘1L make them pay."

"Come on, let's eat. You'll be leaving tomorrow. You'll have other chances to come back here for work."