I called his childhood sweetheart, only to receive a photo of Darrell just taking a shower, and then she turned off her phone!
Looking at the seconds needles on the wall, I had no choice but to call Darrell's secretary.
Howard Archer refused to tell me anything as usual.
"Mr. Terry has ordered me not to reveal his whereabouts to you!"
Hearing this, I realized that Howard knew about it!
I tried hard to hold back my tears and begged him again and again.
It was the first time that Howard had seen me so humble after being rejected. Maybe he felt sorry for me, so he gave me an address after hesitating for a moment.
"Mrs. Terry, please don't tell Mr. Mrs. Terry what I said, or I..."
"Thank you! Don't worry, I won't!"
I urged the driver to rush to the destination.
It was a house with a seascape that Darrell had given me when he proposed to me. Through the French windows, I could see Darrell massaging Katelyn Bradley's waist intimately.
She dodged with a sweet smile, while Darrell held her in his arms and caressed her body.
I entered the password to open the door, only to find that it was not my birthday anymore.
The sound of an incorrect password alerted the intimate pair.