Alice’s home was just a mere fifty square meters two-bedroom apartment topped off with a living room. Ever since she arrived in the US, she had rented this apartment until she met Thompson but had kept her rental payments for this tiny abode all this while. 

For a young woman like herself, she undoubtedly had no plans to live with Thompson her whole life. Her intentions were well presented in this apartment she called her own. If she met a better man she would bring him to this apartment and act like she was a single woman all along. 

Xia Lei could only imagine the number of men who have walked through those doors. But it did not matter. Alice fell for his wealth and his fictional connections in the film industry, while he sees her as a valuable chess piece.

Alice’s apartment was well decorated, borrowing romantic influences from French culture.

“James, would you like a drink?” After inviting Xia Lei in, she promptly assumed the role of its sole proprietor. 

“Juice, coffee, anything will...