He couldn't find any way to solve the problem while waiting outside the villa.

Maybe tomorrow morning, he would even witness them emerging from their haven of love, arm in arm.

Anthony was completely unaware of the journey back, as if he were a soulless puppet. Lost in a daze, he drove back to the Nixon family's villa.

At such a late hour, the Nixons would ordinarily be fast asleep.

But that night was an exception, as light spilled out from the Nixon family's villa.