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Andrea runs after Lance. Then she remembers his hypocrisy: he made love with Leonie but flies into a rage every time he thinks about her ‘betrayal’ with Andrew. With an angry huff, she slows down and walks calmly after him. By the time she gets outside, Lance’s Maybach is roaring away down the road. Lance’s mood swings are as perplexing as they are sudden. When he’s in a good mood, he dotes on her. He picks her up and carries her and flaunts their relationship to the world. But when he’s in a bad mood, he’ll leave her behind without a backward glance. Andrea smiles sarcastically. “They say women are volatile, but men are far worse,” she thinks. A black car driven by one of Lance’s bodyguards quickly pulls up to the curb. “Mrs. Hamilton, Mr. Hamilton had to leave to take care of someth