118.

Kalan's Home, Jakarta

08.13 PM

Elektra walked down the stairs to the lounge, proving that her guess about Kalan coming home and waiting for her there was correct. "Watching again?" he asked, looking at the television screen showing a picture of… a man who had died from a gunshot wound to the groin. "Wow, what a fierce woman," he commented with a look of admiration in his eyes.

"How do you know that it was a woman who did it?" Kalan asked as he pulled the woman to sit beside him after placing the glass of half-drinked wine on the table.

"Well, shooting position. Crotch. That's very personal. What happened? That guy cheated on me?"

"Hmm," Kalan mumbled in agreement.

"No wonder."

"Rich man. Widower. Having a lover accuse him of cheating and well… face death like that."

"And that woman got all her inheritance?"