SHE’S NOT A MONEY-GRUBBER

Zaire suddenly stood up and began to walk out of the living room with a blank expression fixated on his face, making one unable to deduce his thoughts. Immediately, he strode to the CCTV room.

The instant Zaire stepped into the CCTV room, the guards in charge of the room immediately stood up.

Zaire raised his hand calmly, his actions signifying that the guards should leave.

“Yes, boss.” The guards bowed to Zaire and made their way out of the room.

Zaire strode toward a new computer, placed differently at the corner of the room. He powered on the computer, unlocked the computer, and began to go through it.

Soon the footage of the mansion from a few days ago began to play.

Zaire’s blank eyes fell on the woman on the screen, and the blankness in his eyes switched to pain.

Zaire’s expression changed upon seeing the woman’s sad, pitiful, and frail state, which was due to the fact that she wasn’t able to get him on the phone.

Zaire’s expression softened and his brows knitted, a complex