Why Are You Not Listening?

"Who is so bold to hurt your heart, Frank? Tell me, who is it?" Edgar put his hand on Franklin's shoulder, with the corner of his lips slightly raised.

Franklin had never had any feelings for women. Who had the ability to make him come here to get drunk late at night?

In his mind, he searched for the woman it could be. "Is it because of Yasmin?"

She was the woman who had been with Franklin the longest, and her love for him was the most understandable.

"No, not at all!" When talking about Yasmin, Franklin showed no sign of abnormality, and Edgar frowned. The number of women around him could be counted on one's fingers, so there was no reason for him to guess wrong.

After thinking it over again, a graceful figure appeared in his mind, and he shouted, "Oh, right, the woman who was in your villa last time. I always forgot to ask you, is she your new lover?"