Chapter 147

Mason flew to Hucksburgh, and by the time the car arrived at Hucksburgh Hotel, it was nine in the evening.

Neon lights were shining brightly.

The night was gentle and charming.

Mason stepped out of the black RV. At first glance. He saw a couple strolling side by side.

His wife was with another man.

In the early winter night, she wore a deep camel cashmere coat. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders with a slight curl, adding a touch of romance to the night. Her face was serene, and there was even a hint of joy in her expression, especially when she talked to Cecil. Her gaze was focused.

It was nothing like when he looked at her, cold and indifferent.

Mason, in his distinguished attire, stood in the hotel atrium. He raised his hand to check the time.

When he saw the photo in the late afternoon, it was exactly six o'clock. Now it was already nine, meaning for these three hours, Zoe had been with Cecil, spending time together like lovers.

Mason walked toward them.

Zoe