Denise didn’t want to return to the hotel. She drove to a bar. She wanted to get drunk so she could temporarily forget Keaton. She didn’t want to think about that heartless man, at least for tonight. He had been too cruel to her.

That was right. Keaton was too heartless.

Denise ordered the strongest drink. After just one sip, she already felt tipsy. Her body was numbed, but her heart was even more bitter. In her blurred vision, she seemed to see Keaton. However, the man didn’t quite seem like him.

It was a very handsome man, even younger than Keaton. He wore a white shirt and thin gold-rimmed glasses, looking quite refined.

Denise stared blankly as the man sat down. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. She couldn’t believe that there could be someone in this world who looked so similar, even down to the same aura. A wild thought surged within her.

Craig was a business elite, and he naturally carried a certain poise when frequenting bars and clubs. He held a glass of whiskey as he sa