That night, Blake tossed and turned, sleepless. On the next day, at dawn, he drove back to his apartment, but Avery was no longer there. He sat alone on the bed in his bedroom. His palm gently caressed the bed she had slept on.
A bitter smile leaked out of the corner of Blake's mouth. He never thought that there would be a day when he needed to use this kind of method to comfort his yearning.
On the weekend, Secretary Yang's birthday banquet was held in his own villa. As the first person to hand over his seat in S city, almost everyone wanted to give him some face. Almost all the famous people in S city were here.
The banquet was organized in a very low key, and the identity of the host was not suitable for an extravagant display.
Blake wore a hand-made black suit. It was a low-key and
