"Westley White, get out of here if you're not going to knock," Victoria said irritably, leaning on the couch.
Peyton's handsome face darkened. Who on earth was Westley White?
After three years of marriage, there were no social interactions, and the contact list on the phone was completely clean.
Once she got divorced, all sorts of men started showing up.
Alright! Very good!
"It's really hard to tell, but you sure have a lot of men. No wonder you didn't need anything when you got divorced."
Victoria immediately turned her head and looked over, her expression indifferent: "What are you doing here?"
"You still haven't answered my question from earlier," Peyton said, walking up to her and looking down with a scrutinizing gaze.
Victoria looked up, her expression a mix of amusement and c
